A.N- This is just a poem I wrote, and I would appreciate the feedback and also no one copying it. It is from anyone's POV, and it's a poem about Remembrance Day
November 11 was a day that everyone has to take a moment of silence. Today the 55 Precinct and the 55 Firehouse stood outside in the street. It was quiet, and a light snow fell on the ground. A podium stood at the far end and camera crews lined the sidewalks. A little girl stood at the podium and at a wave from the TV man she cleared her throat, she began to speak.
Little One-
To all the little ones in the world…
All that shimmers is not silver
All that glitters is not gold
All is not that it seems to be
It can never be foretold
Some time ago we lived in peace
The anger was not sore
The inner beast at rest
Death rode his horse no more
The agony and grief
Brings no relief
For those we have lost
For those who have crossed
From simple harmony to war
Shocks thousands to the core
So little one when you grow old
Remember this
All that shimmers is not silver
All that glitters is not gold
