Shadowy figures walk through the dawn's half light. Shapes without distinctive features. Medals jingle in the silence. The scent of rosemary hangs in the air. Clouds of breath form as murmurs travel through the stillness. A hush falls. Small white paper crosses dot the grass. From above, the lone piper starts playing.
Lest we forget.
Friday, April 25, 2008
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2 comments:
Amen to that. You said it so poetically.
Hope you've had a lovely long weekend :-)
Great tribute!
(you are so talented!!)
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