Parade

Parade
Form: Epistle Sonnet 46

They shall not grow old so the poet said
As we take our spot, checking line and space
With eyes looking straight, and lifting the head

Remembrance and pride etched onto the face
For this time we can stand with grateful pride
Reflecting that in the way we stand tall
Regardless of service or old ranks held
We are here, standing proud, for them, instead

As from the silence comes the Last Post’s call
We think of the fields where young men were felled
For this, a ‘better world,’ they gave their all
Until the politicians were quelled

While in the bunkers, men of power hide
Remember the heroes of youth who died

©JezzieGFarmer2024