Submitted by Kathy Dillman in the 18+ category

As I stand watching, my eyes are wet

And I make a promise that I will not forget.

I feel the poppy on my chest

In honour of those laid to rest.

So many lives were lost

And I see their names beneath the frost.

Do their spirits hear the bugle call?

As it plays, more tears fall.

They deserve more than just a moment’s pause

To remember their fight for our cause.

On this cold November morning, I am free

Because soldiers gave their lives for me.

Not just me, but everyone,

And this is what I’ll teach my son.

We will not forget, not now, not ever,

This gift that came from their last endeavor.