Lest We Forget

• Lydia Collis, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2015

With the sound of marching feet
Nobody’s got a little warm seat
Someone tried to shoot
Right at a black boot
With the scene of dying
Everyone’s crying
They’ll need a nurse
Or else they’ll burst
They ate a baguette
Lest We Forget
If France is here
War is near.