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Poems of John Linden

Remembrance

Written November 2005.

In deep dark cold November
We gather to remember
Remember boys and men
Butchered slaughtered way back then
They gave their lives for us we are told
The men and boys who never got old
But if truth be told it's where politicians fail
Well that's another tale
In winters bitter cold
I stand with the young and the old
The pipes lament they play
On this sad remembrance day
Where bells peal, toll and chime
Ringing out their haunting rhyme
Old soldiers stand in line
With memories of another time
They still see the horrors, hear the screams
As they wake in terror from their dreams
With great pride they march by
Their proud banners they held high
With medals sparkling in the sun
All heroes every one

As I stand in pensive thought
I wonder at the lessons taught.

My Garden

In my garden bright and fair
Where beautiful aromas fill the air
I find peace and comfort there

In my garden bright and fair
Where the black bird sings and robins fly
Where wonderful flowers all stare at the sky

In my garden bright and fair
the profusions of flowers are all around
their vivid colours so beautiful, so bright fill me with joy and delight
The wonders of nature are to be found
in the flowers that stare at the sky and cover the ground.

In my garden bright and fair
A wonderful stream flows there
Its soft, soothing, song
calming as it runs along

As I sit by my soothing, calming stream
I often drift to a slumber and to dream
to dream of golden, olden days
in their quaint and tranquil ways
days of my youth drift by as I sleep in the flowers that stare at the sky