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Poetry from within
   

The​ ​Day


Eleven,Eleven,Eleven The​ ​Day​ ​tolled​ ​out, Unheard​ ​by​ ​those​ ​who Toiled​ ​wearily​ ​on​ ​Young​ ​and​ ​Old.

Eleven,Eleven,Eleven Hold​ ​On!​ ​Screamed​ ​the​ ​Day. Unheard​ ​again​ ​by​ ​tired Soldiers​ ​who​ ​heard​ ​only​ ​their Own​ ​chant- Tomorrow,Tomorrow,Tomorrow Will​ ​be​ ​better.

Eleven,Eleven,Eleven Your​ ​Better​ ​Tomorrow​ ​is​ ​Today Whispered​ ​the​ ​Day​ ​to​ ​the​ ​fallen, Who​ ​whispered​ ​back​ ​my​ ​Tomorrow Never​ ​came.

Eleven,Eleven,Eleven You​ ​Made​ ​It​ ​through!​ ​Cheered The​ ​Day.​ ​Why​ ​me​ ​and​ ​not​ ​them? Survivors​ ​questioned​ ​Stony​ ​eyed.

Eleven,Eleven,Eleven Their​ ​coming​ ​Home! The​ ​Day​ ​heard​ ​cheered Some​ ​turning​ ​quickly​ ​to​ ​wails As​ ​it​ ​was​​ ​​Remembered​, Not​ ​all​ ​were​ ​returning​ ​Home,

Eleven,Eleven,Eleven What​ ​was​ ​the​ ​point? Why​ ​did​ ​we​ ​let​ ​them​ ​go? Were​ ​the​ ​questions​ ​most Commonly​ ​thrown.

Eleven,Eleven,Eleven What​ ​a​ ​day​ ​to​ ​forget No​ ​Protested​ ​the​ ​Day What​ ​a​ ​Day​ ​to​ ​Remember​.

Eleven,Eleven,Eleven The​ ​Day​ ​we​​ ​​Remember The​ ​Fallen​ ​Hero’s​ ​and Sacrifices​ ​made​ ​for​ ​the​ ​better Tomorrow​ ​they​ ​never​ ​made.

Eleven,Eleven,Eleven

Poppies​ ​worn​ ​Proudly For​ ​we​​ ​​Remember​ ​and Thank​ ​those​ ​Unforgettable Heroes​ ​for​ ​Our​ ​Today​.


Hannah Marie Hughes


FootNote: Unfortunately due to prior events I was unable to attend my local
Remembrance day service in order to pay my respects. And so decided to
honour the day and fallen by writing this poem.