R.I.P. We Won't Forget You....
While swirling..... mists.
Clouded, minds.
Paper, ruffled by the wind,..... on
Faded poppies.
As lost souls ........they threaten, to fly ....from plywood crosses.
Huddled together, from the elements.
Little groups, of those..... that's dead.
Crosses ......
Black graphite.... etched,
Simply with names.
The dates.....
And perhaps a message.
From mothers, fathers,
sons n daughters.
Perhaps one .......from
A
Mate.....
Giajl © Jim Love