Coming Home

Coming Home

Home is the place I return to
After the day’s work is done.
Hanging my coat on
The hook by the door
And leaving my troubles behind.

When I’m at home with my feet up,
I’m lost in a world of my own,
Reading some book or
Just gathering wool,
Relaxing my turbulent mind.

Rain may beat down on the windows,
Wind whistle under the eaves.
Inside these walls I
Feel cosy and warm,
In sanctuary I am enshrined.

Remembrance

Remembrance

Standing in their perfect lines,
Mustered for their last parade,
Company on company
Of the fallen lie in rest.

Scars that once defaced the land
Faded with the passing years,
Veterans of wars long past
One by one rejoined old pals.

Battles are still being fought,
Soldiers sacrifice themselves.
Owing all our lives to them,
We honour them this day.