Submitted by Anna Tapp, 12 years old, in the under 12 category
A day where we remember,
Lots of soldiers, in November.
Was everyone ready for what was coming?
All those people who didn’t come home running.
You and I can’t imagine what those people felt.
So that’s what I’m writing this poem about.
Remember the soldiers who gave their lives,
Eternally with God may they thrive
Mighty were the soldiers who passed on
Everyone who did now sings God’s song.
Memories of those who passed,
Beloved memories that are in the past.
Everyone who gave a ray of hope,
Remember the people who had to cope.