I wrote this poem as a tribute to all those who gave their lives in the war. The Fallen Let us not forget the fallen, those who went before.

It was every families darkest hour, when they brought letters to your door.

How bravely they had all signed up, after hearing of the call.

And loved ones waved them off to war, straight-backed, proud and tall.

The nightmare that unfolded after, had left so many dead.

Could history not reveal its secrets, from wartime books we’d read.

But we will still remember them, with each setting of the sun.

The final blast of mortar, the ghostly sound of guns.

And as the war smoke rises up, death’s silence fills the air.

Poppies will heal these barren lands, where war had once laid bare.

Let’s lift our hearts and remember them, at their deaths with lives so full.

For they made the ultimate sacrifice in a war so harsh and cruel.

Remember them all for what they gave, as our days will come to pass.

Never forget the fallen, hold them safe within your hearts.

Carol Brigati

Hamilton Road, Cockfosters