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She Walks Alone...

Poetry By: dibbledabble

November 11th, Armistice Day. I wrote a poem for the fallen and the loved left behind last year. I have writen again, it is my way of honouring those who have given their life in war.

If you would like to read last years tibute it was called simply 'Armistice day' It was 6th piece I published on Booksie

Submitted:Nov 11, 2012    Reads: 56    Comments: 11    Likes: 4   

She Walks Alone

She walks alone

In crisp November air

He sleeps far from home

Her sorrow he cannot share


She walks alone

Through white November mist

In her thoughts he will forever roam

A love so deep, never again to be kissed


She walks alone

As November leaves are falling

Leaves and memories scattered and blown

Her mighty oak has been felled by duty and calling


She walks alone

Along their cold November river

His scarf she wears still holds his cologne

To the bridge where they met, her tribute to deliver


She stands alone

Her tears falling to water

He, taken by war, she cannot condone

Life's flow stopped dead by explosion and mortar


She holds alone

A blood red poppy this Armistice Day

Each petal kissed then released, her sadness to atone

With her emotions they tumble and like memories drift away


She walks alone

In crisp November air

The river, the bridge his proxy headstone

Their place, hers alone now for memories to share


She walks alone, but in memory he is still there.

By Dibs


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