Published on 11/11/19
The barren expanse of the no man's land,
A place seemingly where no life can thrive.
But like a star in an empty sky, is a flower with delicate petals stained
with the blood of the fallen soldiers who fought bravely there.
Today when the sun sinks towards the horizon
it shines it’s wealthy gold light amongst the stones
Like the warm feeling of home, but so far away
And my sadness feels like black clouds passing in front of the sun.
The cold stones are in good company on both side.
A reminder of what was lost to all the world.
How delicate the red petals seem against the grey stones
As delicate as the freedoms that we must remember to protect.