Poetry: Lest We Forget

Lest We Forget Till the daffodils glow for the jonquils know and the roses rise again, I’ll scan the skies in the world of your eyes washed in the greyness the softness of rain. They tell us the godwits will come again and spring will be sprung once more. And once more yet, lest we forget a child will knock on our door. Yes, they tell us a child will come again when the land is wasted and still they tell us he’ll climb through a burnt-out land to the top of a black, scorched hill. He’ll look to the…