November 2016


Anywhere but here
my spirit wanders
seeking ever seeking
days without meaning
nights without end
Some days are harder
than others
searching for something
never finding
Becoming tired
longing for an end
to pointless wandering


Remembrance 2016

Birch leaves dance
in slightest breeze
whispering the stories
of those who walked
the path before
Tales of woes
tales of glories
that are not heard
any more
They fought our wars
they built our land
We owe a debt
That must still stand
Remember then
on this somber day
the lives of those
who walked this way
in autumn sunlight
where birch trees sway

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