Where Some Have Long Slept

Where Some Have Long Slept

 

One hundred years and more.

Poppies sway, as children play.

While far beneath their feet.

The remnants, of a bloody war...

Where....now dead soldiers, sleep.

The unknown battalions,........of the dead.

Its only god, can call their roll.

For it's only He,who knows .....

Their names .

For though children's laughter,

Now drowns out,that roar of war.

It's echoes, .......still rumble.

Breaking gently, on our shores.

That we must remember ...

No matter what the count,

 

There's always still room..... for more.

Giajl © Jim Love 

 

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