On the eleventh day of the eleventh hour and the eleventh month 1918,
The guns of the western front fell silent after more than four years.
Just two minutes of silence for Armistice Day
Bow your head in respect when ‘The Last Post’ does play
Please remember for whom they lost their lives for
Wear your Poppy with pride for ‘THE FALLEN’ of WAR!
Twas the year 1914 when the great war did start
Many were recruited with much pain in their heart
They knew they were needed and the outcome was bleak
But they fought for their Country in hope for DEFEAT!
Young men aged of nineteen who’s lives was cut short
The weeping of nations, the world OVERWROUGHT!
People lay dying in pools of bright red
Orphaned young children their parents laid DEAD!
Not many returned when FOUR years come to end
People lost kin or their neighbours or FRIENDS!
In a field which bares crosses to mark where they lay
If it wasn’t for their courage, we may not be here on this day!
Just two minutes of silence on Remembrance Day
Bow your head in respect when ‘The Last Post’ does play
Please remember for whom they lost their lives for
Wear your Poppy with pride for ‘THE FALLEN’ of WAR!
© By LynnKaren
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
In dreams I hold you every night
When I go to sleep
To sing you Grandma’s lullaby
And caress your tiny feet
I put your head right near my heart
And pray that I could stay
As Grandma cannot find her smile
Since The Lord took you away!
In dreams I see you take first step
And fear in case you trip
Then you hold your arms out wide
And onto me you grip
My heart so fills with pride and does
Somersaults and splits
That’s why Grandma goes to bed
So her heart no longer rips!
In dreams I see you whilst you grow
And never wants to leave
As Grandma needs to be right near
So she no longer grieves
Each night when I am all alone
My mind begins to stray
So I close my eyes to dream again
To help me get through life each day!
© By LynnKaren
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
May all of your tomorrows
Be gentle and so kind
To take away the yesterday
Tears from all mankind
Also may your paths be straight
Even when they’re narrow
So you can tread with confidence
Where evil dare not follow!
This is just to wish you all
The best for the New Year
May health and love be plentiful
With lots of happy tears!
As bells ring out at midnight
I lift my glass up high
And toast my memories of the past
For the sake of Auld Lang Syne!
© by LynnKaren
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
In the deep forest lined up in a row
Pine trees await as it’s their time to go
Squirrels all scurry as the people arrive
Birds flock together way up in the skies!
In no time at all the trees were all taken
But left all alone, one tree was forsaken
He bent his head and wept on the ground
Then all of the creatures gathered around!
“What can we do? A field mouse declares
He’s all alone looking sullen and bare.
Perhaps this young Pine is here for a reason
To give us a treat on our Christmas season!”
Each of the creatures then rushed to his aid
Baring their gifts, on the floor which they laid
Birds gathered straw, hedgehogs curl tight
For tinsel and baubles so pretty and bright!
Then all of God’s creatures started to pray
Giving their thanks for their gift on this day!
Now deep in the forest a bright star does shine
To adorn overhead on a much treasured Pine!
© By LynnKaren
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 4:33 PM UTC
On my list for Christmas
Is what I’d like to do
I know this isn’t possible
As it’s purely just for you!
I hope one day we’ll meet again
And never, ever part!
Until that day I’ll carry you
Forever in my heart!
© By LynnKaren
Happy Christmas Miss Rae
Love, Grandma.
Born 23/04/2013
Slept 03/06/2013
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
Twas the month of December
When Humans went mad
To the shops they all bustle
Armed with their bags
Not a hush nor a whisper
As they head for the stores
Tongues simply snarling
With words which aren't pure!
Watched from the Heavens
The Saints scratch their heads
On Earth it’s the season
For joy so it said!
Instead they go shopping
To push and to shove
Then they send Christmas cards
To their neighbours with love?
They were dumbfounded
By the Humans display
All the commotion
For this great blessed day!
When will they realise
Christmas on Earth
It’s a time for celebrating
Of Our true Saviours birth!
© By LynnKaren
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
I remember a friend whom my Brother once had
Young Peter his name was, such a quiet little lad
Roughly his age was between three years or four
He was one of the shy ones and a tad quite unsure!
He only conversed with my Brother as such
And dined with us often but seldom ate much
But he was a good friend to my Brother dear
Not leaving his side until the night time drew near!
We’d hear so much laughter from them during play
He’d chatter and giggle to pass time away
His words were so silent but we knew he was fun
My brother looked happy and his face really shone!
Young Peter alas, was a child of the unknown
He lost his true path and could not get home
So we played pretence we could see his small face
Then came the bad winter, he left us without trace!
I remember my Brother cried his heart out that day
Saying Peter had died, and his soul slipped away
We mourned for young Peter as respect to our bro
And before long his memory from my Brother did go!
From whence Peter came from is a mystery to me
But some things in life, the eyes will not see
And invisible friends have occurred more than most
Perhaps the lad Peter, was a friendly young GHOST!
© By LynnKaren
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
She started on her bottle
One cold and lonely day
To help forget her worries
And to pass some time away
She didn’t stop to realise
Because she felt so glum
As the demon in the bottle
It’s power had just begun!
It gave her false security
By making her feel strong
Then hypnotised her loneliness
To make her feel belonged
At first she used it for some rest
A glass or maybe two
But the Demon in the bottle
Needed more to help it through!
With time it took her deep inside
Until she couldn’t breathe
And put a curse upon her mind
So she could never leave
Destroying first her being
And then her dignity
So she drowned inside a bottle
As that’s where she’d rather be!
© by LynnKaren
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Whilst out one cold November day
I watched a young man start to play
Where grass no longer cared to grow
I’d say his years, seventeen or so!
With trumpet pressed against his lips
Then lightest touch of fingertips
A tune which ripped into my soul
The sound of church bells then did toll!
Eleven times they gently wept
Then silence of two minutes crept
No sound was heard for miles away
On this we name Armistice Day!
With that the lad just smiled then went
Into a mist from not known whence
Upon the ground just where he stood
Were poppies red like ruby blood!
Amongst the poppies laid a cross
Made of wood outgrown in moss
Words inscribed said age unknown
This trumpeter can now go home!
© by LynnKaren
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
She Dances By Moonlight
She dances by moonlight
Alone in the dark
Bleeding and dripping
Love from her heart
Poor little lady
Which nobody knows
She dances by night
To make flowers grow.
Poppies her favourite
Next to the rose
Blood coloured flowers
Grown from her toes
Such beauty she gives us
When tucked up in bed
She dances by moonlight
And lives in MY HEAD!
© By LynnKaren
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC