Do you remember that November,
Many years ago
When soldiers died while others cried
For men now far below.

The loss was great, the sorrow too
They would cry all night
They'd stay up late and sadly wonder
Who would win the fight.

The poppies grow between the crosses
Where faithful men now rest
Their families sad they now are gone
But knowing they did their best.

The dedication that the soldiers had
Kept them fighting strong
Even though they knew for some old friends
Their time left was not long.

While some got news of fathers passed
And others of sisters and brothers
No matter the person who now was gone
The family would cry with their mothers.

With ships at sea and planes and bombs
People would think and cry
They'd wonder if they'd live and be
Or if they'd be hit and die.

Years have now passed, those days are gone
But memories still are there
And on November the Eleventh
We all remember and care.



a poem by me

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