Head Over Heels in the Dales Page 32
For Connie
‘Tis on a certain Sunday,
A special time of year,
Old soldiers from all Britain
Stand to attention here.
The noise is hushed in London
On this very special day,
Poppies on the Cenotaph,
Red amidst the grey.
Two minutes’ special silence
As we think of those who fell,
Who died for King and Country
In that other place called Hell.
And those legions of old soldiers
Like shadows, march on by,
And they hold their bodies proudly,
And stare towards the sky.