Noreen O’Rourke The Dead of World War One

The Dead Of World War One

Their names are carved in stone On graves in France and Belgium We wear red poppies for the blood they shed Lest we forget………… Shells and gas and mud-filled trenches Ypres, the Somme and Passchendaele Families keep momentos of the lost ones There is Grandad , proud in uniform Here is his last letter from the front We speak of all those men and boys as heroes More apt to call them martyrs And with our pride feel pity for their fate

Noreen ORourke