Poet Bridie Maxwell commemorates the lost heroes of WW1
You and I and the Poppies Cry
Come bless this Cross, with precious Names Of World War I victims young and old Soldiers brutally slain in the Tragedy Of a heart breaking war, unforgivable waste of life
100 years now gone and past We again meet at our Cenotaph To lay the wreaths and fervant prayers To broach our guilt long-hidden, no Laid bare never again to forget.
Or to neglect to always respect our Fallen Heroes, Jesus bless their Sacrifice of major loss of lives We owe them so much.
The Poppy of War, interrupts my Thoughts just like she always does. You people know nothing. You were not there. I was.
I heard their screams their pitiful Cries, not for themselves but For their loved ones far away. Name after name pierced the air.
Death’s calling card had taken Many, but I was there at their Last moment my love for all Crushed catching each body in its fall.
We share that bond for ever and ever And evermore For I will blaze in Crimson Glory As we lay together above and Beneath the soil.
The Sun shining on me now With such intent and purpose So strong knowing My dedication and love will Never ever die, as in their sweet Remembrance, I their friend The Poppy Will forever live on and cry.
Bridie Maxwell at the annual Drogheda Remembrance Day