KARANGA

In the early dawn they gather
rank on rank; the bugle sounds
the old men with their medals
the families gathered round

but just beyond the shadows
out where darkness dims
where memories are whispering
the others gather in

they stand by their old comrades
in proud review they come
and ever on the morning chill
they hear the muffled drum

they come in from the battlefields
the beaches and the skies
from every place and every land
to where the loved flag flies

Haere mai, Haere mai…

ANZAC

© Maureen Sudlow

I think this has been posted by me before – but still the need to remember

WHAT HAS BEEN…

ECCLESIASTES

the older I get
the more I know, that
this old world
won’t change its ways
what now is, always was
tumult
kindness
love
hate
all mixed up
and going nowhere
ebb and flow
of ocean tides
under the moon

What has been will be again,
what has been done will be done again;
there is nothing new
under the sun

sunrise
sunset
and all that is in between
days
months
seasons
dust to dust

and even those who are yet to come
will not be remembered
by those who follow…

 

© Maureen Sudlow

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