A Moment in Time

by Judith Stones

A moment standing, silent, stilled.

A moment to remember when young blood spilled.

A moment for thoughts of loved ones we lost,

fighting for England, their lives were the cost.

Sons, husbands, brothers, steadfast in war,

heroic and stoic as generations before.

In trenches, on beaches, in fields they all lay,

robbed of their dreams in the cruellest way.

REMEMBER THEM ALWAYS, with honour and pride

and that moment in time when for our freedom they died.

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