A soldiers part.

On hills of poppies the lands they rest
A battle worn, they did their best,
They fought for freedom,  a soldiers part
With tender feelings and aching heart,
No man has ever been to war
And not remembered which he saw,
The coming home in caskets brave 
For their freedoms to the grave ,
To the many fallen in this life, 
For the angels By their side
For the sake of millions to live in peace 
They may rest , for those who've died,
A battle worn and so of heart,
For it is the soldiers part
To protect and honorable is his hand,
He fights within , and for his land.

Nardine Sanderson 17/12/2022©️