THE LITERARY WORLD OF THOMAS DADE
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    • New Year’s Eve
    • Voices
    • Calypso
    • The Forlorn Stakes
    • Mad House
    • Arthur
    • Intesnsive Care
    • Poppy (in memoriam)
    • The Shoot
    • Glassy-eyed bitch!
    • What Emma Said
    • Religious Beliefs
    • Shrimp Breakfast
    • God's Gift
    • Courtroom Drama
    • Summer Days
    • My Dear Old Mum
    • Night of the Predator
    • Asa Wilde (84 years young)
    • Christmas Values
    • Remembrance Day
    • The Hills of Home
    • Gutter Currency
    • Proms
    • Tot
    • Zoo
  • Humorous
    • The Job Centre Blues
    • The Patron Saint of Solicitors
    • Sad Tale of the Kimble Frish
    • The Greatest Show On Earth
    • Farmyard Friends
    • Cookin' Up The Amazon
    • The Undertaker's Anthem
    • Pink, Punk, Fizz!
    • The Tradesman
    • When Adolf came o’er t' Yorkshire - (Dialect)
  • Short Stories
    • A Life, Retrospective
    • Room 126
    • A Bizarre Love Story
    • An Evening With Bonnie
    • Joyce's Story
    • Different Perspectives - Care Homes
  • Dilemmas
  • Contact
  • Granny D - Agony Aunt
    • Steroids in Sport – A Vicious Cycle
    • Autagonistophilia – Emma, Bruce and Demi too!
    • Legal Advice for Oscar Pistorius
    • Drug Abuse - Anyone for Charlie?
    • Hybristophilia
    • Chris Huhne from HMP Wandsworth
    • POPE Thanks Granny D
    • Necrophilia - Fifty Shades of Grey
    • Voyeurism
    • Alcohol Abuse - Binge Drinking
    • Striae - Stretch Marks
    • Autassassinophilia
    • Richard Madeley On Skype
    • Savile, Glitter & Starr?
    • Homosexuality
    • Phobias
    • Impotence - Erectile Dysfunction
    • Testicular Cancer
    • Cross-dressing – Does size matter?
    • Letter to Auntie Kath
    • Granny D's WaterAid Appeal
    • Swingers and Swappers
    • Letter from Her Majesty
    • Neophobia
    • Telephone Scatologia
    • FGM
    • Ataxophobia
  • Restaurant Reviews
    • Generous Pioneer, Ilkley
    • Fazenda, Leeds
    • Amici Ristorante, Keighley
    • Balti House, Keighley
    • The Toby Carvery, Keighley
    • Banny's Fish & Chip Restaurant, Colne
    • Kingfisher Restaurant, Cross Hills
    • Ivy Palace Cantonese, Colne
    • Mother Hubbards, Scarborough
    • Princess Cafe, Scarborough
    • Welcome Inne, Scarborough
    • Leeds Fisheries, Scarborough
  • Feature Length Screenplays
    • You're Not Singing, Eddie Moore - Psychological Thriller
    • the summer of alex white - Romantic Comedy
    • The Grey Room - Psychological Thriller
    • That's Show Business! Comedy
    • The Eartly World of Francis Wick - Comedy
    • On The Slyde - Comedy
  • Six-part Screenplays
    • You're Not Singing, Eddie Moore - Comedy
    • Mardy & Son - Dark Comedy
    • STARS - Comedy
    • Amazing Grace - Comedy
  • Radio Scripts
    • Belvedere Trent - The Circles of Suburbia - Comedy
  • Credits
    • Good for the gander
Picture

Remembrance Day

As I knelt down by the cenotaph,
I laid a token wreath,
Yet for my youthful years I felt,
So humble in my grief.

The blushing fields that filled my mind,
Were cast with shadows deep,
And for each soldier’s life there lay,
A poppy at my feet.

The rivers cried and mourned their souls,
And flowed their waters red,
Without so much a memory shared,
For all the thousands dead.

Until there came an aged man,
Whose weary face bore pain,
To remind us of the nameless men,
The merciless enemy slain.

He’d once lay in trenches deep as hell,
Amongst the battle tones,
The taste of blood upon his lips,
And dirt to grind his bones.

And men like he, the men of war,
Once shared his open grave,
And his presence on that day had paid,
A homage to those brave.

How he wept for those men at arms,
Who’d fought unto the last,
And the shadows in the poppy fields,
Were those his comrades cast.

I sometimes wish I’d shared their fate,
To be with those, he said,
For although my body survived that wrath,
I feel my heart is dead.

We gathered by the scarlet wreaths,
And bowed our heads in prayer,
With hearts that mourned for heroes lost,
In silent tribute there.

Then one more petal on the breeze,
Came tumbling from the sky,
And Tommy Atkins cried no more,
As he said his last goodbye.

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