Alexis Helmer died a true hero
Like all that became
To save our future
Today I will remember him

It is now our turn
Our responsibility
Our role
To ensure we never need another rondeau

For last night I saw poppies
Fall and float from the sky
Tears from the fallen
Our Remembrance

The day was dull
Wet
Aching
That's how I feel too

Could it be so bad
Am I singing sadness
When all is in bloom
Of course

For that's how I see
Read
Feed off the earth around me
Tis how I write

For once I wish I could
Lift my head
Smile at the world
Change my fear

Outside the doting sparrow enters the thicknes of the hedgrow
Bugs gathered
Young waiting
Yearning
To eat the death of another creature
So life goes on

The elkess
Cowers from the light
All dressed for the feast
Not going nowhere
Yet

Shoot boys shoot
Cos thats an order
We know best
Read our bible

Let me take your land
Feed our lambs
Laughter in slaughter
One day
Your Daughter

The sign of a man is not defined by his age
A man is defined
By his love
His compassion
His care

My son is already this man
A real man
Where age and wisdom
Comes flowed in his grace
And I be the honoured

For I am lucky enough to be his father
His friend
To see him grow
Become the man
I love to know

Live out your life son
Live on your dreams
So proud I am
You turn the age
That on this day
Become
EIGHTEEN

Staring across I looked
I mean I really looked
It was them
The sick
The waiting
Their end
A place where the silence in subtle laughter
Fed the gurgling dread

Old amongst the young
Age against time
Eating away
Tempting a finality
Choosing an end

As dead eyes looked on through me      
I felt alive
Awake
Eager in my burst to scare away the dead
The devil smiled
His war was winning
A fate foreboding
The storm had come

Effects of an early rise spawned my view
Eager in my need for knowledge
I sprung
Yet worry formed a brow
Concern upon concern quivered me
I had been here before

For then it was to late
Too harsh
All sad
A gone to far
Only tears
For my memory

This time a smile
Be healed
Sorted
Complete
For many moons to pass
Upon the laughing sun

The stain of tears
Hidden in her russet locks
As she drifted away from
Her destiny

All behind in sorry
No blame of yet to come
A love so now departed
It is the lady's song

Come to me my lonely
Swim the wanton shore
Hold my hand my darling
For you
My evermore