|
Post by Ivan Carswell on Jun 13, 2008 20:51:19 GMT -5
The day is done but the flavour lingers on my tongue – a tang of rum blurs with the memories. Another dawn parade, and in the rising sun relief we made the march unscathed. Our hopes are elevated in an offertory of understanding – but did the children dressed with forebears ribbons know our peace? Their presence blessed our solemnity, but where we march in a sombre company they gaily wave to the cameras saying – hey, look at me! © 25 April 2008, I. D. Carswell
|
|