This is also the same day as the Act of Remembrance which takes place at The Cenotaph, Whitehall in Central London.
Of course, the official day is 11th November every year....
Here is my own poem in tribute ...............
Remembrance Day
A
soft grey day
on
the cusp of winter chill.
Fallen
leaves, fragments underfoot -
crushed
frail wings of Speckled Wood;
and
shy moorhens dipping red shields
backpedal
against the charging stream.
The
glowing bonfire’s heaving heart
aims
smoking tracers to the ashen sky.
Bitter
drops of hawthorne’s vivid blood
flood
the hedgerows; a heron waits -
and
by the church scarlet poppies
lie
entrenched with pale crosses.
From
Hyde Park cannon boom
fracturing the still air.
©
Sue Burley
Published in 'Reach Poetry',
November, 2015; issue 105
November, 2015; issue 105
'The Fens', 6 Acre Meadow,
near St John the Baptist, Old Malden
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