Remembrance Sunday & Ghosts Of The Fallen.
In remembrance of their valour, fortitude, heroism, selflessness & sacrifice.
I left my legs on the battlefield
But I will still stand tall
I left my arms on the battlefield
But I will still salute you all
I left my nerve on the battlefield
But I will not tremble or fall
From the first firing of the field gun
To the dying breath of the “Last Post” call
GHOSTS OF THE FALLEN
The ghosts of the fallen are all agreed
Something may be wrong with the warrior’s creed
For a shot of death brings icy clarity
And deep, deep sadness to a new reality
Where there’s no way forward and there’s no way back
To life before the last bloody attack
Knowing families and friends lie waiting in their homes
To be shot through their heads with their telephones
At peace at last in the universe
About just one question the ghosts converse
To put to the ones whose orders were writ
Was the loss of our lives really worth it?
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Written by: 71 year old English poet Michael Ashby from Sidmouth, Devon who is one of the world’s leading, living remembrance poets.