ANOTHER VALENTINE
In Thiepval's rows in line abreast
Subaltern Venner lies at rest,
Among those with whom he died in war,
Sacrificed - aged twenty four.
Not for him whispered words of love,
Instead, it's hoped he dwells above
With his pals, the angels among,
In timeless kinship ever young.
Today, of mind, he comes to mine,
My uncle - Ernest Valentine.
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kJ Walker
Sun 19th Feb 2017 08:10
Getting back to the poem.
It was a well written, beautifully moving testament to your much loved uncle.
We all owe a great debt of gratitude to the likes of him, and we must "never forget".
Kevin.