The UDR Soldier

As poppy petals gently fall,
Remember us who gave our all,
Not in the mud of foreign lands,
Not buried in the desert sands.

In Ulster field and farm and town,
Fermanagh’s lanes and drumlin’d Down,
We died that violent death should cease,
An Ulstermen should live in peace

We did not serve because we hate,
Nor bitterness our hearts dictate,
But we were they who must aspire,
To quench the flame of terror’s fire.

As buglers sound and pipers play
The proud Battalions march away.
Now may the weary violence cease,
And let our country live in peace.

By John Potter