I wrote this commemorative poem just now... thought i would share it.
Roaring Cannon and Pounding trumpet
Be ye replaced by the sounds of singing birds and swaying grass.
Screams of pain and cries of agony
Be ye replaced by the silence of peace and laughter of children.
Blood soaked trenches and no man's land
Be ye replaced by rolling hills and endless bright red poppies.
For now is the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
For though the fighting fades
Our memory of your sacrifice burns forever.
