Some in Khaki, Standing proud
Line upon line in village and town
They straight-back march past watching crowd
To remember.
They all wear a flower, red as blood
And on their faces, a diamond tear
None question their cause - The Greater Good
Just remember
They get fewer each year - or so it should be
But wars go on the whole world over
And sadness takes a hold of me
As I remember
A memory, not from in my head,
A fragment of a passed down tale
From one who ran among the dead
And is remembered
If I could tell each one dealt that bitter blow
We loved them, death was not in vain
Perhaps true peace their souls could know.........
But they remember!
Lucy Burrow
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembered/
