I found this poem today. Isn't it beautiful?
REMEMBRANCE DAY
The old man shuffles along the street...The dry leaves crunching beneath his feet,
The cold autumn wind blows across the land..Biting and stinging his gloveless hands.
A legion hat upon his head...And over his heart a poppy so red.
His mind wanders back to by gone years..as his eyes well up with lonely tears.
Tears for his pals on Normandy's shores..The ones who's faces he will see no more.
They ran beside him with rifles held high..Young lads like himself not wanting to die.
They came from villages, citys and farms..All joining together to take up arms.
When their country called they were ready to fight..Dodging bullets by day and night.
Leaving the safety of family and homes...They were only boys and felt so alone.
Their comrades now became their brothers...Reaching out hands to help one another.
The old man stops to shake the hand...Of another Veteran who cannot stand.
His wheel chair slowly moving along the way...Persevering as it's Remembrance Day.
They go off together toward the square...Where flags fly high above those gathered there.
Oh were are Charlie, Johnny and Jim?...They pause for a moment to remember them.
The tired old Vets are shaking with cold...As they salute their comrades from long ago.
They won't forget the promise they made...Remembering until the end of their days.
Those left behind in graves unknown...Who sacrificed their lives for us here at home.
You don't have to wait until it's November...To thank a Vet or stop and remember.
If you see a Vet any time of the year...Stop and say "Thanks" for being over there.
As you gaze upon the friendly blue skies...Be thankful to those who gave their lives.
Gave their lives so we can be...Part of a country so rich and so free.
by Donna V. Ritter
Stony Plain, Alberta
