
Poems written by Peter Gibbs over 60 years, inspired by romance, travel, the beauty of nature, emotions and family and friends - peterspoetry.co.uk
Scarlet Rain
Through the air like souls descending
Softly falls the scarlet rain
Blood red petals without number
Shower the living who remain
Echoes of those far-off poppies
Blooming where so many died
Scythed to earth – a bitter harvest
Legacy of power and pride
Sons and fathers, friends and strangers
Marching on, they fought and fell
Now beneath a white cross forest
Side by side forever dwell
Valiant soldiers still remembered
In each corner of the land
Those who owe a debt so heavy
Bowed in silent tribute stand
In towns and cities 'cross the nations
Again is heard the bugle's call
Guns boom out to signal silence
Saluting those in death's cold thrall
Time to pause and just remember
The brave, the fearful, all as one
Never more to laugh with comrades
Never more to feel the sun
Those who marched out hale and hopeful
Are numbered now among the slain
But not unsung, nor yet forgotten
As softly falls the scarlet rain.