And doth one tear shed,
o' the weight of thousands,
pass across fleshy hills,
barring the burden of depth.
And doth silent voice,
hath mountainous echo,
pass across inner auditory,
escaping notable detection.
Shalt not thy remembrance,
of thy fallin' brother,
laid in fields of row,
pass without verification.
Shalt thy remembrance,
with poppy of wear,
lest we forget our brother,
and freedom we bare.
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrance-17/
