Walking together as one
The songthrush calls me to the break of day,
I stir wearily from my slumber,
The dark is clinging to me desperately with a vice like grip,
eerie grey the only clue to the new dawn ahead.
Each new day is a magical, mystery tour,
ours to embrace and embody as is our want,
I feel privileged and ecstatic to be part of lifes rich pageant,
To the brave men who made this possible, I give you my heart,
I will wear my poppy with pride and reflect on the beautiful day ahead.
poem by Simon Thorpe
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