Poem: Heroes Honoured
From cotton wove adorned
From coal hewn warmed
Reared livestock grew food
Supped ale they’d brewed
And as they learned and grew
Town life all they knew
Everything they were
In eyesight and earshot there
Then the crack of Flanders guns
Summoned forth Burnley’s sons
And they answered where they stood
King and countries call for blood
Shoes shining, brilliantined hair
Rosy cheeked, eternal stares
Monochrome heroes, as cameras flashed
For far too many the snaps their last.
Nick Verity
Padiham