DEAR editor,

It is the time of the year when I pause

By the War Memorial

In beautiful, verdant Alexandra Park

And the red roses which sway in the breeze

Remind me of all the blood spilt

By brave young men, plenty of whom

Said goodbye to loved ones, boarded a train

And never returned to the Vale again.

But the tragedy is multiplied many times

For grieving families wouldn't see

Their dear sons step through the front door again

For war is not glorious, it is ghastly

As I reflect on poor souls terribly maimed

Horrific images playing inside their heads

Envying comrades who tragically fell

Mere words cannot describe such a hell.

So, it is the time of the year when I pause

And thank God I've been spared the horror of war

And can admire golden leaves as they flicker down.

But we must not forget their sacrifice

Therefore I wear my poppy with pride

And feel ashamed of my petty woes.

I stand to admire the Channel view

Think of Wilfred Owen, Rupert Brooke too.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff