Poet Bri­die Maxwell com­mem­o­rates the lost he­roes of WW1

Mid Louth Independent - - OPINION -

Dear Sir,

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

Bri­die Maxwell at the an­nual Drogheda Re­mem­brance Day

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