Lest We Forget

• Georgia Brunings, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2013

Flowers once white bleached red with the blood of the soldiers who fell
That marched in proud, fierce and strong
The days on the fields were that from hell
And the four years that lasted too long

Insects would bite and licking flames singed their legs, arms and heart
The sound of a gun made them jump to signify the start
With paint on their faces and tears in their eyes they marched out to meet death
Many were hit and lay in a pool of red whispering goodbyes with their very last breath

On the 11th day of the 11th month we give respect to those who remain
And we raise our flag freely on its pole
We watch on as families protect those the gun drove insane
And we watch as they mourn those the gun stole