People of *Royal Wootton Bassett
They lined the street more than five deep.
To salute the soldiers of war,
Who had lost their lives, (as you and I sleep,)
In Afghanistan abroad.
The families mourn the ones they have lost.
The scars engraved so deep.
But in their heart is a sense of pride,
for those now in their deepest sleep.
No more to see a friendly smile,
No more to wave Goodbye,
The biggest Goodbye has just been had,
As they join with their God on high.
They would not want us to cry for them.
Nor grieve for ever and a day,
But to pray for their colleagues left behind,
And hope it's behind they'll stay.
The people of Wootton Bassett unite,
To support mourners, and show their respect,
for the soldiers who have lost their lives at war.
To remind us, lest we forget.
*Note: The word 'Royal' was added at a later date to the original composition of this poem.
Copyright Annemari (C) 10th July 2009
Ode to the lost miners of Gleision Colliery, September 2011
Down down deep in the mine.
The four struggled to keep their lives.
Each of them hoping at least one would make it,
to the top of the pit and survive.
Yet, the force of the water was much too strong,
with its taste as bitter as could be.
Clinging and hoping someone came along,
to rescue and set them free.
Still the mine held it's grip on the men down below,
holding them tight in its grasp.
Taking a life one by one, until finally, they
all breathed their last.
This job that they did was a dangerous one,
and has been for many a year.
Still, the loss of a fellow is hard to take,
as families shed their tears.
Now up in heaven, four miners have gone,
to be with the God of their choice.
Hark, listen, and you will hear,
not the cries of the miners voice.
For the miners were Welshmen from the land of song,
though their lungs now forever dry.
Close your eyes and lift your head to the hills,
as you listen not to their cries.
The miners will sing you a song of the heart,
to say they will always be here.
Close to the ones that they love the most,
the ones that they hold so dear.
From their memories, strength will be upon folk once more.
In times of trouble and woe.
For though they as 'menfolk' are no longer here,
in truth they will never let go.
Copyright Annemari © 18th September 2011
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