Monday, 14 January 2008


As I needed to make up another poem continuing the kind of theme I was working with, I chose to do one about a graveyard. I started off just thinking about a graveyard but then decided to do it about the soldiers of world war 1 and 2 as I could not think of a better word than rank to rhyme with blank.

Cold air sweeping through the trees,
The rustling bushes emphasise the breeze,
Stone faces expressions blank,
The dead soldiers lay rank by rank,
Memories of the great war they fought,
Forever we remember them in thought,
Patriots of countries and leaders of men,
Their lives on the line again and again,
Old equipment all turned to rust,
Will our memories ever turn to dust.

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