The day is done but the flavour lingers on
my tongue – a tang of rum blurs with the
memories. Another dawn parade, and in
the rising sun relief we made the march
unscathed. Our hopes are elevated in an
offertory of understanding – but did the
children dressed with forebears ribbons
know our peace? Their presence blessed
our solemnity, but where we march in a
sombre company they gaily wave to the
cameras saying – hey, look at me!
© 25 April 2008, I. D. Carswell
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