This was a little piece of poetry i did around the same time last year whilst in Canada.

As remembrance day is upon us where we pay our respects to those who died for our countries and paid the ultimate price for the lives we have today I felt I might add my own small tribute.

Lest we forget:

The Red Fields

Still and calm,
The November dawn breaks
With a bleeding sun
Rising, over the top,
Driving before it
Enveloping mist.
Which would once have choked
Hunched and trembling figures,
Drowned them with their own blood,
Now it merely cheats
The frozen green blades
Of the new day’s warmth.

A lone blackbird sings;
A melodic turn
On the whistling of bullets
That once flocked like swallows
Snatching away small lives
Over the chilling fields.
Before long the bells will chime
From the chapel over the hill
Reminding
Of duty past
And present
And what is yet to come,
Willing
Unwilling.

The fields flow this morning
Just as they’ve done before
And will again
With the hum and tremor
Of new small lives
Amid the fresh petals
Of sacrificial red.

For two minutes
Of the eleventh hour
On the eleventh day
Of the eleventh month
Forever.

For something from a much better hand than mine read 'In Flanders Field' by John McCrae http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_x0M5y-EWo&feature=featured