Whether it be in a mighty rushing wind or in the gentle breeze, I hope that these words uplift your spirit, lead you to consider life from a fresh perspective, and warm your soul like a cup of tea on a winter's eve (or anytime of year for that matter).
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
"Taps"
(In memoriam, May 30, 2010).
Piercing bugle's mournful call
Her brave soldier he did fall
Unto him she bows her head
Remembering her fallen dead
Her bold colors blazing bright
Lowered with the coming night
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