I remember and other poems

[Canadian Sunfeather]

I am going to be quite honest with you i'm always nervous on how people view my work so keep that in mind as you read these poems of mine 

Before I post this poem I just want to say I created it close to Remembrance day I have never published this poem or submitted it before so here goes nothing

I remember
Every blow of the wind carries your stories 
Every poppy I see visions of you fighting 
I remember what you did for us 
Every gunshot a echo of cries
Lay still young soilder 
Let me tell your story
As the morning sun rises
Filling flanders fields with golden light
A young boy cries not in pain but in joy
As he sees his grandfather and lays his hand
Upon your decorated uniform 
Echos of a long fought battle ring true in your mind 
Finally you are at rest no more fighting
Peace has fallen on a hard fought battle
But I remeber your stories 
I remeber you fighting for our freedom
As I lay dying your adult son lays a gentle hand on your shoulder
Go in peace grandfather you have won the war peace is forever yours
The blasts of trumpets echos in your head till you join your fellow comrades 

*Sorry for any spelling/grammer errors*

[Canadian Sunfeather]

These next two poems are shorter but I like them shorter *Yes one is about horse racing I am not focusing on the bad parts of it just the feeling of it*

the first one is actually one of my favourites you will see why

 Last song
Every song I hear reminds me of a time gone by 
The sound of engines music to my ears 
Happy voices bring joy to my faded smile 
Tarnished but never forgotten like memories
They linger bringing people together like parades 
The artists now gone they live on in their music 
Let my last song tell my story for as I lay broken 
The dreams of all that can't come true are waiting 
The voices of the unheard shall be heard
This is my last song let all hear it as I once listened to them

This next poem is about the sights and sounds of horse racing 

Racetrack symphony
The thunder of hooves madly fighting for the lead 
The shouts of jockeys urging their mounts 
The chomping of bits and fidgeting hooves 
The moment the gate opens and the rush for first 
The sounds of crowds cheering as the race starts 
The clicks of cameras and the voice of the announcer
Final race brings the event to a close 
Then we start again
 

[Canadian Sunfeather]

I would like to hear some feedback on the poems just please don't be to critical as I take things very seriously