Remembrance Calls

The Cenotaphs beneath the snow

are rotting with the passing years,

the memories of long ago

grow dusty; meanwhile, freedom’s cheers

¬†are fading with the autumn’s night,

blanching like the snow that falls,

democracy may lose its right –

as we forget, Remembrance calls.


Today is a day to remember – and as the memories fade from one generation, it is our duty and privilege to pass the torch to the next…