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Paper Fine Threads

Paper fine threads of soft petals grow
Steeped a crimson red they bleed and flow

I watch the old man stooped low against a lamp post
Seeming to collect crumbs of reminiscences
I see the blood red emblem flash upon his chest
And realise his thoughts come from far distances

Paper fine threads of soft petals grow
Steeped a crimson red they bleed and flow

I see eyes washed with tears flowing rivers from him
Trembling hands struggle with their grip on the damp post
Across the street a monument stands filled with wreaths
My own eyes mist wondering who he misses most

Paper fine threads of soft petals grow
Steeped a crimson red they bleed and flow

Bright medals braid his chest in a dazzling display
Silver threads whip above his brow with dignity
My tears drop while imagining his history
Thinking of his struggle to help humanity

Paper fine threads of soft petals grow
Steeped a crimson red they bleed and flow

I watch his arm raise slow to offer a salute
A thank you to the Brothers he once walked beside
Then see him shuffle away head bowed very low
For what I saw today my heart fills with sad pride

Paper fine threads of soft petals grow
Steeped a crimson red they bleed and flow

Jane Shields (C)

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