This week’s poem, called Remembrance Day, is by Carol Boreham.
I saw a boy marching, with medals on his chest,
He marched alongside soldiers, marching six abreast,
He knew it was Remembrance Day, he walked along with pride,
And did his best to keep in step with the soldiers by his side,
And when the march was over, the boy looked rather tired,
A soldier said ‘Whose medals son?’ to which the boy replied:
‘They belong to my dad but he did not come back,
‘He died out in Aghanistan on a Helmand track.’
The boy looked sad and a tear in his eye, but the soldier said ‘Don’t worry son, I will tell you why,’
He said ‘Your dad marched with us today, all the bloomin way.
‘All the soldiers knew he was here, it’s like that on Remembrance Day.’
The boy looked puzzled, he didn’t understand but the soldier went on talking, and started to wave his hand.
‘For this great country we live in today, there’s a price we have to pay,
‘To keep our country free and fly our flag together,
‘Yes we all love fun and merriment in this country where we live,
‘But the price was some soldier his precious life must give,
‘For you to go to school my son and worship God at will,
‘Somebody has to pay the price, so our soldiers foot the bill.
‘Your dad died for us my son for all things good and true,
‘And I hope you understand these words I’ve said to you.’
The boy looked up at the soldier and after a little while
His faced changed expression and he said with a beautiful smile,
‘I know my dad marched here today, this Remembrance Day,
‘I know he did, I know he did, all the bloomin way.’