Remember the soldiers who have died
Remember the ones we love...

The moon is staring down mysteriously
at the dark, dank streets below...

Asleep by the lake
slithery, slippery snake...

**this is in my Dads poems, I am taking it back***
Who flutters, who flaps...

When winter winds blow
hedges to and fro...

Everywhere the rain is falling,
through the air...