To Winston

Death standing

at attention

for a fated

reveille 

Which trumpets

through

the darkest cloud

to rain down liberty

 

Each bayonet

he wills in place

with fearlessness

empowered

A call to arms

through hill and dale

to launch

‘His Finest Hour’

 

(Winston Churchill At War: December, 2025) 

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