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Remember Me

In duty for their country died
Departed sons left trails behind
So let’s now review the scene
Shape how things might have been

The hope to perpetuate mankind
Was to them forever denied?
From voices of old battles fought
Hope they didn’t die for naught

It was so others could be free
War is useless if it isn’t to be
Friend— stand still- remember me
Young strong free as is the POPPY
Beryl McMullen

Toast to the Fallen

Toast the defenders of our soil
Who with freedom as its shield
Saved us from those who spoil
Gained victory on the battlefield

Enough to make a mother weep
Calls for aid it’s their last breath
Slain half dead in a ghastly heap
Hear their groans in pangs of death

Mothers’ sons who were given birth
Scattered bleeding on the ground
Lie on soaked blood stained earth
Then all is quiet there is no sound

Undistinguished the horrors now
Over the hills in fading light
After the retiring sunset glow
Black is the mantle of the night

Now white stones gleam in its space
In rows down the side of a hill
For each one an empty place
In a house that’s dark and still

Grieve for heroes who have died
And we weep over a nameless grave
As nations swell with Victory Pride
Glory’s rays sweep over the brave
Beryl McMullen

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