Whose Life’s Fell Short

For those whose life’s past

Among the hills and vales

And poppy strewn glades

Of foreign soil.

Harshest conditions,

Harshest of times.

We savor you as heroes.

Never fully reasoning

The suffering you all found

In those dark days.

Profound and real for thee.

© munster 2023
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