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The
Eleventh Hour, of the Eleventh Day, of the Eleventh Month
in the
Year 2012
And
Nations of the Free World shall fall silent in Honour of those who made the
Supreme Sacrifice in defence of that Freedom.
We
remember them all, yet let us keep a corner in our hearts especially for those
of our comrades whose service began through the gates of Arborfield.
The
bugles that were singing stopped,
At
exactly 11 o’clock.
Soldiers,
uncles, aunts and brothers,
Side by
side with fathers and mothers,
All
joined together on this November day,
Beside
the monument where poppy wreaths lay,
Remembering
those who lost their lives,
In
fields full of battle cries.
Courageous
young soldiers who fell for their countries,
Who
fought in the skies, on the land and high seas,
Brave
men and women who shall rest in peace,
Now
their war is over and the fighting has ceased,
So today
we wear red poppies with pride,
To never
forget all those who have died.
© The thoughts of Rachel Cornish.
They
shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,
Age
shall not weary them, nor the years condemn,
At the
going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will
remember them,
We will
remember them.
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