We Thank You
Written by Mary-Kate Cross
In Honour of All Veterans

    T he bagpipes' hissing grieves of death

    S ome gone forever, lest we forget.

    A crid smells fill the air

    I nto the trenches if you dare.

    H orror and fear

    T he gunshots near.

    R unning through drills,

    O f mud and kill.

    T he blood-red petals,

    T he shiny medals.

    T o those who died,

    I thank you from all of us.

    - Mary-Kate Cross

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