Remembrance poetry
Dear Editor:
A poem for Nov. 11, entitled Go to the crosses.
Go to the crosses That stand row on row In quiet reflection Hear the wind moan As it cries for lost lovers Lost sons and lost friends. It cries because it knows War never ends.
Go to the crosses Give thanks for the grace That let all those others Lie in your place. Hold holy the loss Given for you Let your thoughts rise In deep gratitude.
Go to the crosses That stand row on row In quiet reflection Let your tears flow.
Joy Lippai, Arthur
