A Pardon Stands & Here Lies A Soldier

A Pardon Stands
A pardon! Say again, a pardon stands,
For those that died at their own country’s hands,
For those who fell at dawn in distant lands,
For those forgotten few, a pardon stands.
Here Lies A Soldier
There used to be no writing on this slate,
It was a marble ghost, 
Devoid of all but name, and date,
It held no comfort for its host.
A pardon comes, thank God,
But half a hundred years too late,
For all who cared,
For all who grieved alone.
They did not live to see the world awake,
They did not watch the mountains shake,
They did not hear the trumpets sound,
They did not feel the earth resound.
Theirs was a lifetime spent in public scorn,
Too oft’ afraid their loss to mourn,
Lest others, thinking not, their grief  upset,
Cowards chanting ‘coward.’
How sad they never read the writing on the slate,
An honour now, to add to name, and date,
A proof of what they’d known before,
Etched out in stone for ever more,
Just seven words and nothing more,
‘Here lies a soldier of the War.’


Filed under Beyond The Grave, My War Poetry

9 responses to “A Pardon Stands & Here Lies A Soldier

  1. great write! love the rhythm & rhyme of this piece, and the flow is great.
    good job.

  2. Very moving. Beautifully written and very memorable.

  3. We’re all cowards chanting cowards just so few of us have the courage to admit it. There were moments in your poem I felt you were channeling Tennyson. This of course is a good thing.

  4. Yes, all so pointless – the tardy pardon serves only to make the pardoner feel better. Masterful poetry, Edward

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