|Silence in the crowd as the parade|
flowed round the war memorial.
Autumn sunshine splashed the garden
with colour, glinted on trumpets.
Flag and wreath bearers took their places:
old soldiers, chests laden with medals,
councillors, cadets and guides.
I thought of my grandfather, killed
in the trenches of Northern France.
My mother evacuated children
from Coventry, only to see
them return before the bombs fell.
I thought of those children as I watched
two little boys lower a blue flag.