A Memorial Day poem
The weather befits the mood.
The sky has sunk to its knees.
The tears of the years
drip constantly
down my shoulders.
The cheers in my ears
are lost in the wind as I
remember the heroes.
Once a Fairvilla Lady, always a Fairvilla Lady. Here we inscribe our memoirs, our musings & mishaps. . .and neither they nor we are for the fainthearted.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home