The Sound of Silence

 

I heard the sound of cannons roar,

and the 'feeling' when the Big Ben chimed.

The sombre play with muted sound,

 the last post played by bugles primed.

 

The officers shout out their command,

and countless boots stamp in reply.

With practised  ease the calls demand,

the soldiers move, no lines awry.

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The London Bishop quietly leads,

religious groups from from every land.

The veterans lines, as far as one can see, 

waiting to march , and keen for that command.

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And now in cheerful mood and pride,

 ten thousand veterans march as it was planned,

Their footsteps loud, not lost beneath, 

the vibrant sounds of  many marching bands.

 

One band goes past and then another,

as the veteran's column move and snake away.

Loud and sprightly despite their growing ages, 

their tribute to fallen friends, shown wit pride this day.

 

Sounds of every kind were heard as the bands played on

sometimes quiet in reverie, sometimes full of power.

But the loudest sound throughout the day,

was the two minutes of silence at the eleventh hour.

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11.11.11

Never Forget