St Chad’s Memorial

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

Drifting smoke

 

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