Ignorance, the root and the stem of every evil. - Plato

In Memoriam

2 nominations

We will remember them…. I walk along a shady wooded lane, With mossy walls of brick that line the way; And ash and pine that overhang the road - In the gentle breeze they rustle and sway. Around the corner and just ahead I see, The church: so noble, elegant - idyllic a sight; The churchyard: neat and trim, serene and tranquil, The lychgate beckons - relief from sun so bright. The shade is cool; I stop, and look around. For those who’ve lived their time, and here no more - Crumbling headstones in memoriam stand, “Do not forget!” their silent cries implore. Through the church’s door I see them stroll, Welcomed by rectors who’ve long since gone; What joy, comfort, sadness found they here – Their names for all to see inscribed in stone? Fathers and mothers, sons and daughters there, Villagers and neighbours, and others to us unknown; Friends and family we loved and mourned so deeply – Their names for all to see inscribed in stone. The war memorial, standing proud for those Who gave their lives and so to us are known - Frederick Teal, Reginald Holmes, and many more. Their names for all to see inscribed in stone. Now I look across the idyllic scene - They rest, those we knew and many unknown, For them a setting so peaceful, tranquil and quiet, Will we remember the names inscribed in stone? We will remember them….. This poem was written in time for Remembrance Day here in the UK - hence its title and theme. The church is located in this East Yorkshire village - the setting is real.



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