Lest We Forget
Dorothy Walker and Lois Holland
| D |
the tramp
of a thousand feet
fainter now
the numbers lessen –
we will remember them
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| L |
we clean up
after the flood
debris, mud –
my father told me once
of life in mud in the trenches
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| D |
he sits
in the quiet room
lost in memories…
does he hear the voices
of fallen comrades?
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| L |
a child
plays the piano
Dad’s choice
“roses of Picardy”
why does he feel so sad?
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| D |
In Flanders field
the poppies grow,
in my garden
sweet scented rosemary.
Lest We Forget.
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