Returning soldiers from Afghanistan

Church bells toll loud, Wootton Basset stands still
Silence descends, soldiers follow the drill
Banners are lowered, heads bowed to the ground
Grief swirls above them without any sound
Families lock hands and hold back their tears
For all loved ones gone, an end to their years
For lives snatched away in a far off land
Young men gone forever, like shifting sand

The hearses glide past, the coffins in shrouds
Emotions erupt, cries echo all around
Small children sobbing, families distraught
Move forward with flowers, deep in their thought
They link arms together, share a last kiss
For young sons departed, forever missed

© Graham Walker 2012

Photo courtesy of  Flickr user jamesdellphotography.

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