On Friday next week, Remembrance Day, we will remember those who died in war. My poems for this week and next are taken from my book ‘A Summer Father’ in which I remember my father who died in Normandy on June 26, 1944.
BLOWN POEMS
sand blows
through his poems
hiding the grey-faced men
who build roads
only to lose them
under storms
tornadoes of sand
take tents and men
into the screaming sky
pass and leave silence
empty my father
who wrote in sand
waiting for wind
to carry the words
from ‘A Summer Father’ published by Frontenac House, 2006.
Great post today thanks. I enjoyed reading it very much.
Feel Free to Share this wonderful poem with everyone:
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Glad you liked it. I share with poem whenever and wherever possible. Have a good day.
Joanna