It is a little late for remembrance day but it should still have the same message.

This is about a bpouquet of flowers withered, dried, wilted lying on agravestone and message they convey…

This poem is for remembrance day and it is about life in the trenches. It is much cruder then I normally write in poetry,however; as I envisioned life in the trenches, it wasn’t sweet and pretty,it was nasty and cruel,death everywhere and no where to hide from it. My great grandfather, Harold Leadbetter served both in world war one and world war two, in the trenches for the first world war and stationed in Briton as an air force captain for the second war. I can clearly remember my mom telling me that every time she would ask him questions about the war he would break down and cry because the memories were so horrendous and then he would open a bottle to try and forget. Personally I believe to survive something like that you needed a lot of anger and courage and I tried to put as much of that into this poem as I possibly could.

The hardest part was seeing my mother cry.

Prose of a past life.

Remembering a day that changed America.

Remembrance…

A poem of remembrance for the great fallen …. inspired by the song “The green fields of France”.

A woman deals with the loss of her husband who is killed at war. This is a piece written for Remembrance Day of 2008.

A loving tribute to a dear friend’s mother.