Laying a Wreath at the Centopath

On November 11th the silence falls,
The three grandsons are walking tall.

They lay a wreath at the Centopath,
For their grandfather, who has passed.

They lay the wreath, turn and go,
Remembering the grandfather they know.

He was a soldier in the war,
He will be in our hearts for ever more.

-Kristen H

I would like to say a special thank you to Kristen for writing this beautiful poem
and to her father Randy who has allowed me to post it on my site.

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