Friday, September 11, 2009


A wreath was placed where he fell
A man so loved, and known so well
The years had left his survivors
Missing him
Dwelling with images
Time did not dim
They stood in silence in the rain
Each drop a tear of their own pain
Surrounded by faces who also knew
Those dark secret places
They had all been through
And in a year from now who would be
Standing, upholding these memories?

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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.