On November 11th the silence falls,
The three grandsons are walking tall.
They lay a wreath at the Centopath,
For their grandfather, who has passed.
They lay the wreath, turn and go,
Remembering the grandfather they know.
He was a soldier in the war,
He will be in our hearts for ever more.
-Kristen H
I would like to say a special thank you to Kristen for writing this beautiful poem
and to her father Randy who has allowed me to post it on my site.
