For Remembrance Sunday, inspired by the place where I live.
November falls in deepest sympathy
Leaves provide shelter for muddy boots
We are the children who live without gas masks
We are the children who can’t hear the noise
The falling bird of a bomb.
We hold faith in Bagnall Church
In the safety of the seasons
Taking air for granted
We will never fear thick
Our gold and red autumnal smiles will
Not fall sodden into khaki
Parents will see us playing soldiers
Not being torn away from here
They will help us search for conkers
Not having to let go
You are strong and brave and remembered
Carved, quietly speaking in stone
There are no poppies flowering in November.
Your names alone came home