NOVEMBER 2015 ~”POEM-A-DAY”~ DAY EIGHT ~ "SUBMERGED" POEM

For today’s prompt, write a submerged poem. When I first think of submerged, I usually think of water, but folks can also be submerged in work, depression, and even happiness. Heck, a person could be submerged in about anything–even pillows or marshmallows, I suppose..

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SUBMERGED IN GRIEF 
by John Yeo

The flags were splendidly carried by veterans 
Followed by Scouts and Cubs in procession.
With the priest and the choir leading the way
Singing a stirring hymn for Remembrance day.
The congregation attired in black and red, 
Submerged in symbols of grief and remembrance.

Red Poppies and pride worn in a sad display.
As the service began with the mourners standing 
For two minutes silence to remember the fallen.
A list of names of local heroes was read, 
 A stirring rendition of the Last Post sounded
As we gathered together to remember our dead. 

Then after our remembrance service was over
We made our way to lay red poppy wreaths ,
At the cenotaph in a memorial statement.
A bugler sounded the Last Post once again 
Submerged in grief, the  village had assembled 
For the annual service of loving remembrance .

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.