Toy Soldiers

... today was only marginally better than yesterday. Was hoping to catch up with an old friend who has moved to the South West and her boys but as Munckin 1 is on crutches, it was not possible, not to mention a trip to the garage for a new tyre.

Borrowed some toy soldiers off a friend tonight, so picked out those with WW1 costumes and went to the woods. heres one of the images I've been having a play with, merging it with my poppy field Blip. . I know its not great but wanted another war image to go with the third part of my poem.

The Trench Part 3

They say time is a great healer
But I can't agree
I was one of the lucky ones
Or am I, my eyes no longer see

Blinded by an artillery blast
But at least I made it out alive
I lock away those memories
I have to, just to survive

Parade each year to remember them
I want to forget
Forget the day I lost my brother
Forget, survive, regret

I don't want to remember the death
I don't want to remember the decay
I don't want to remember the trenches
I don't want to remember that day

I lost my only brother
I lost...all of my friends
We lost many men from our village
Yet they want me to stand and pretend

They want me to return to the battlefield
Pay my respects at the war graves
But will it really be my James beneath that marble
Will it really be my brother ... so brave

The fields are now full of magnificent poppies
Beautiful in their scarlet bloom
Representing the blood spilled by millions
Hiding deaths dark perfume

They say time is a great healer
But those memories now have no key
I threw it away the day I left
Hoping it would not be retrieved.


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