A poem to make people remember the sacrifices of those who served the nation, and the meaning of the poppy.
A “name” is tall.
Still silent cast.
The holy “veil”.
Of an aged past.
This, the sign..
The medal we gave.
A “solid stone”.
To all we save.
But tears will fall.
Yes think and pray.
A “last stand post”
Is made a day..
With a tiny flower.
In every place
The mask of ages
To a sacred face
But at least below..
A soul is brave.
In “holy record”.
“long lost grave”
By Anthony Page, the young Blackhill poet
