"Meadow's Mourning"
by Tim Kavi
Overlooking a battlefield's view at sunrise
There was a gentle breeze
surrounding all the sounds
they had ever made
breathing those sacred movements
there was light seen
made visible in lives lived
through the trees
while our tears fell
We vowed to never forget
our fallen ones
brothers and sisters
lost in the gleaming steam of war
where the Spirit lives
our love for them lingers
in bountiful gratitude
of freedom's flow
there are smiles to the unbounded
that take us in the purchased glow
of the morning's
visits to the memories
of pleasant companions
of all meaning
remembrances in our mournings of sorrow.
AFTERWORD: A poem in appreciation of those who serve and served, on Veteran's Day. In remembrances of the wounded and those serving, and how we all recall those who have paid the ultimate sacrifice. (This includes my great uncle Frank, whose plane went down in the English Channel during The Battle of Britain. He was a volunteer American Air Force pilot). ~~TK
