John

Written by a fellow veteran and good friend of mine. I have his permission to redeploy it. "I'm quite proud of this one. A soldier doesn't want to go to war, but does it anyway, He does it for those he loves and hopes to see the break of day. He dreams of home, hot cups of tea and fires that are aglow, And when the guns fall silent, in the wind, the poppies blow. He hates not what is in front of him but loves what's left behind, So when his call to arms arrived on the dotted line he signed. His mind drifts back to summer fields where peaceful rivers flow, And when the battles roar is stilled, the poppies gently blow. So many didn't make it home, their blood for freedom spent, Praying heaven's grace upon them as through dark nights they went. I hope they walked once more on England's pastures, green and true, And when the guns at last fell still, the poppies gently blew." ©️ Keith Lawson.