Remembering 100 years - A Poem by Gus Gallagher

Submitted by editorrnca on Tue, 20/11/2018 - 18:15

REQUIEM-REPRISE?

It’s over now, sheep bleat, birds sing,

No field guns roar, no bullets zing.

But growing from the Flanders mud,

A flower, its petals red as blood.

In Tynecot other flowers grow,

White markers and crosses, row on row.

But for the sailors bold and brave,

There are no crosses on a wave.

And those who fought and died on high,

There are no markers in the sky.

The League of Nations, they all swore,

Never again would there be war.

From war they would refrain, but then

Twenty one years later, it began again.

Gus Gallagher 2018