‘Remember the dead’
Dear Editor:
Once again as our own names are read And once again, you will remember the dead You pin on your poppy, to remember our brave sons Yet we were just farm boys from the farmers fields But over here in these plough fields, our shed blood runs red! Out of all those names that were read Choose just one man, a soldier who bled As you pin on that poppy May it remind you of the One who has said All of our lives are in His hands, to bless us instead!
Sytske Drijber, Rockwood
