POET’S CORNER

Still they cry their silent tears,

In the dark and lonely nights

Afraid to face the modern world,

And step into the light. Time and fate their enemy

Their broken hearts the cost

Caught in the aftermath of war

All that they had ... now lost.

No one sees or hears them cry,

Please find the answers Tell them why.

In the aftermath are epitaphs,

Abandoned ...

Lost ...

Alone ...

A poppy field, a wooden cross

Etched with the words unknown!

Malcolm Wilson

Bucknall, Ebor Avenue,

Hornsea.