Very commendable Lyn and to all who followed suit. Bit to complicated for me to change but I assure you the sentiment is there. Perhaps this is the right place for me to rewrite my poem for those who missed it when I put it in the wrong place.
HE'LL NOT BE FORGOT
Tommy was no hero. he was just a boy,
He wasn't even old enough, his mothers pride and joy.
He went and joined the army and lied about his age,
So they sent him to the front line upon a soldiers wage.
Through the thunder of the big guns, the fields had turned to mud,
and the screaming of men dying almost froze his blood.
He couldn't see the glory, he had to hide his fear,
and for what he saw around him, he often shed a tear.
"Forward"! came the order, the morning was still dark,
As he climbed the ladder a bullet found its mark.
He lay there in his sorrow, for he was soon to die,
His final thoughts of Mom annd Dad, his parting words were "Why"?
For Tommy was no hero, he wasn't even brave.
As a sacrifice for freedom, his life he sadly gave.
And for what the men like Tommy did, we should all remember
Every day of every year and not just in November.
In a cemetary he lies at peace. White marble marks the spot
and many years have come and gone but he'll not be forgot.
A life for every poppy leaf, we sadly watch them fall.
For Tommy's life had reason, - "THE FREEDOM OF US ALL"
