Each day he shines
For a “beach’s past.”
An image of steel.
To courage cast.
He hangs in honour
For the many lost.
A tiny grave.
Of the human cost.
Now a solid cross
To bombs each day.
A show of faith.
He had to pay.
The “cries” now gone.
That key to peace.
It’s a holy plea.
For war to cease.
A fame now hung.
For all to see.
“A medal of honour”
ever to be.
By local poet Anthony Page
This poem first appeared in the July 2026 print edition of Consett Magazine.
