Remembering Them

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Remembering Them.

 

Let us remember
all imprisoned birds, in order to sing
must visualize
winging to find freedom across open
countryside so
into war's cell young marchers strode
whistling then sang
as loaded missiles whined over-head.

Without prior warning a boy started
quietly, others
joined in and soon a tunelessly loud
number proudly
bellowed refrains into shell's flak-fire
as going down
behind black hills in yellow dust-ring
the day's sun died
while gunfire soiled aftermath gloom.

 

Their singing lifted to smoky horizons
with undaunted
courage and when nearing gun-blast
lads' explosive
songs became louder within bedlam's
fear-drenched trenches
and sunk trust in war's godless intent.


Youth's face grinned as bloody scene
became louder and by 
sheer resistance to hell's rattling rain
fright was held back when
cheery male laughter and balladeering
went on to defy
battleground wailing until breath failed
and young songbirds
when in last thoughts of home-land at
some closing moment
let fight cease with throe's final breath.

 

Valour's sound battle,
over for such lads meant voicing effort
bought right into wrongs.  
Red as the poppies spilt new blood then
yet alive still their songs. 


Let us remember..... and never forget.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 11th, 2022 06:26
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  • arqios

    It's a high price to pay and for far too many a right of passage without return or reprieve.

    • Fay Slimm.

      High price indeed my friend - - thanks for your comment

    • L. B. Mek

      Amen!
      'as going down
      behind black hills in yellow dust-ring
      the day's sun died'
      just so poignant, dear Fay

      • Fay Slimm.

        You captured the feel I tried to engender in the verse Mek - thank you for your visit.

      • Neil Higgins

        Beautifully composed Fay.A total waste of youth.Lions led by donkeys always comes to mind.

        • Fay Slimm.

          A waste iof young lives indeed Neil.

        • Jerry Reynolds

          Well done, Fay. Veterans day here always brings death close to mind.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Yes sacrificed lives and so young at that time Jerry - they must be remembered.

          • SureshG

            It is the youth that is tapped for its:
            Innocence
            Fervor
            and by the old rule of war, not the sole son of the family,
            so as their blood is shed in the warmth of their chorus, that you have so eloquently poetized,
            there is someone back home to fulfill the final rites.

            • Fay Slimm.

              I wholeheartedly agree Suresh thank you for commenting.

            • orchidee

              A poignant write Fay.

              • Fay Slimm.

                Thank you for your visit dear Orchi.

              • SureshG

                It is the youth that is tapped for its:
                Innocence
                Fervor
                and by the old rule of war, not the sole son of the family,
                so as their blood is shed in the warmth of their chorus, that you have so eloquently poetized,
                there is someone back home to fulfill the final rites.

              • Neville

                I know I am late in getting here Fay but could not pass by without leaving my mark .. What a magnificent tribute to those who fell for their country and never again trod upon the soil of their homeland .. such an absolute waste and a crime unimaginable .. x

                • Fay Slimm.

                  Your feelings for those young ones back then vibrate the same as mine Nev. - - a waste indeed my and let us leave our indelible marks on the crime committed on a whole generation of futurehood
                  facing such dire lack of men ............. thank you for the comment dear friend....x



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