Friday, August 17, 2012

The Memory Mile.


The Memory Mile.




How old time has flown,
Brine and breezes serenade,
How we remember you,
And the love that you made.

In rows of belated memories,
The army look out to sea,
Carrying the love of friends,
For as far as the eye can see.

Down below, the waters churn,
But they'll not bother you now,
We mourn the light within your eyes,
But our love carries on somehow.

You came to change the world,
And for us you always will,
Here we remember good old days,
And the emptiness that you'd fill.




3 comments:

  1. This one is so special. It really resonate with me. Thanks for posting it!
    Kisses from Astorga

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  2. In Britain this fashion of dedicating a bench seat as a reminder of the dead is common, especially along the sea front areas. This row of seats was in fact almost a mile long along the top of the cliff. I had only gone about 30 benches along before I realised I had to stop reading the tributes and write a poem about the love that went into people putting their emotions on display and what greater love had inspired this response from loved ones, family and friends. I say stop reading because I was in tears, the dedication and love given was way too much for my tiny soul to contain, and it spilled out hopefully into this poem of celebration.

    Thank you, Mary
    xx

    Peaceful Warrior.

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  3. Beautiful words and the pictures you paint with them, brother,
    YOU,... are the Ferryman...taking all you meet to their rightful destination..... simply gifted! xx

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