Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Memories fade

(Photo by KW,  poppy made by Pam Burgess)

Memories fade
as years march on:
their longevity challenged,
fall in a new line of duty -
the line of time.
Their breeching of trenches,
their enforced bravery
and long carried wounds
forgotten in the grief
of their new graves.

On this day,
when poppies are king,
when Autumn leaves
tinge red with gold,
tears will fall
from thankful souls.

On this day
fears will grow
for the newly marching
who forget their history
or remember it too much
and stride toward some lighthouse,
blind to the rocks beneath.

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