IN REMEMBRANCE

By Grace Galton

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WHO WILL CRY

And who will cry for you young man

when all your family have passed

and who will miss the youthful smile

you turned on them in ages past?

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Men may come and men will go

but never one more bravely fought

than one like you who gave his life

so young and vibrant and so short.

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As long as poppies bloom and grow

among the hedgerows you once knew

in lanes you wandered as a lad

we will forever remember you.