Friendship

The moon bleeds red tears on Armistice eve
A reminder of those who we sadly now grieve
Who paid the high price for our freedom and more
In battles and conflicts and heinous war
Their sacrifice recalled in the blooded moonlight
Their acts of such heroism saving our plight
To be remembered forever; their loss now our debt
Let hearts not go cold; let us never forget
Where poppies blow in swathes of bloody red
So fragile âgainst the corn in crispy air
Let echoes of the past sound through each head
In recall of all those who served out there
And debt of gratitude prevail through time
For those who gave their life for their country
Remembering each one who bravely chimed
Who served on land, in air or out at sea
And in those meadows once the battle fields
Hold onto memâries etched forever more
Nâer to forget who paid for freedomâs yield
As winter sun reveals their glory sure
And through the years let none ever contemn
Just what they gave as we remember them
English: Poppies on Remembrance Sunday Poppies in a field on Laverton Hill on Remembrance Sunday. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
What is a photograph
If it is not a memory
An image of a time gone by
Of a person; a thing; a day
Imprinted on paper yet
Captured by the soul
And what is a poem
If not a memory too
Imagery of a moment
Of a thought; a feeling; an object
Sealed in letters on a page
Captured by the heart
A dedication to those who served in the D-Day Landings (6th June 1944)
I will never forget you
Always; always there
The men that went to save us all
From tyranny; despair
Ahead the roaring Dakota
To bring about new light
A light that now shines luminously
Across the world tonight
I will never forget you
Always; Always true
On beach history surging forward
Yet for many their adieu
And you? It cost everything
Past this world to the next
Your sacrifice; the final one
In a place so very vexed
I will never forget you
Always; Always young
At peace now from the cries of war
Your old age nâer to be sung
And me; I will remember well
The chaos and the pain
The costly price of freedom, may
It never be in vain
We will never forget you
Always ; always there
The men that went to save us all
From tyranny; despair
And let the lessons learnt stay true
The guns of war now cease
Uphold the light of soldiers in
Hope of a world at peace
Yesterday was the 70th anniversary of the D-Day landings in France.  BBC Radio Lincolnshire played a tape recording of four Veterans from the county through the day, Tony Blackman, Arthur Ernie Coville, Bernard John Hale and John Summerson.  It concluded “I want to go back to leave some of myself behind to the fallen lads that I knew – I shall always think about those that we left behind – always”Â
We will remember them – always.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them
âWhat do you say?â their mother said
âThank youâ they said in rhyme
For that was what she expected
Them to say each time
A gift appeared or deed was done
For gratitude cost nâout
But if they didn’t say those words
Her voice would raise and shout
âWhat do you sayâ she would implore
âWhy donât you simply say –
‘Thank you so much for what you’ve done’
Be grateful every dayâ
For after all a thank you said
Brings cheer to any heart
With smile and words together it
Acknowledges the part
Of others going from their way
With kindness and with grace
To recognize the part they played;
Appreciationâs face
To notice what they said or gave
Or what they did for you
So donât forget your gratitude
With a hearty thank you!
With thanks to Lincs Connect for their poem suggestion this morning.  This year I’m blogging a poem a day for a year raising awareness of stars.org.uk so if you also have a suggestion for a poem why not comment below?  Thank you đ
New Orleans: Thank you message in the grotto of Our Lady of Guadalupe Church; added by those for whom prayer or miracles were granted (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
May his icon of unity through diversity
And struggle towards liberty
Drive us all to be freedom aware
Inspiring each to compassion and care
Beholding a message that sets all hearts free
And reconciling each nation to hold peace as the keyÂ
Nelson Mandela (1918 – 2013) Rest in Peace
Across the barren battlefields
Red poppies spread before the eyes
A memorial to fallen ones
At peace now in the setting sun
Commemorating those who died
For let us never dare forget
Those who gave lives for liberty
As poppy fields epitomize
Let us be still and do likewise
In homage to those who set us free
And so where scarlet carpet falls
Commemorationsâ red display
Spare time to think of those now lost
Consider such their greatest cost
Each year on this Remembrance Day
Lest we forget
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them