History isnt bunk……..a salutary poem

Here is a poem that caught me by surprise on Thursday this week. It made me think about a place where so many fell and how it is important to commemorate them. What was even more surprising is that the poem was written by my 10 year old son

The skies are no longer back or grey

On the 11th month on the 11th day

We remember those who died we say

On the 11th month on the 11th day

We stay silent for a little bit, no hi or hey

On the 11th month on the 11th day

It’s in November, not June or July

On the 11th month on the 11th day

The brave people who fought in the war, their bodies now lay

On the 11th month on the 11th day

The years of waiting, the years of delay

On the 11th month on the 11th day

I came back from far away

On the 11th month on the 11th day

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I am a keen hiker, camper, cyclist and general all round gear addict..... I also manage to be a professional brewer in my non-spare time :->
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