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We Heard The Bugle's call, and So We
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November 2016 We Heard The Bugle's call, and So We
Stepped forward, one and all.
To join a long line of khaki.
Off to foreign shores, and seas of, mud.
So smile, ...... just for me, and.
Wash away, those tears.
Just, put away.....those sad....thoughts .
I know, .....I went away.
And, because of that.
I can't, be here..... today.
But I went, so that, you'd be safe.
That, in another time, another war.
You'd not have, to take, my...... place.
I like, that poppy, that...... you wear.
They grow near, to where, I lay.
It's colour, brightens up my day.
It's cold, I feel it,....... in my bones.
So, you need not, stay.
You'd best go home, best, get warm.
But
Forget me not, and do.
Remember me.....Again.
Perhaps .....on another day.
And if, you say my name....even,
in a whisper.
I'll know that, you'd been.
You'd paid me, a visit.
For in saying, hello....
You'd
Came.....
Giajl © Jim Love
