Winds of our time

Winds of our time


The autumn winds blow past the trees
Gathering pace through greenest fields
Crossing river, canal, and busy roads
Past all the buildings in the town
Before striking the inscribed wall
Touching each, and every name
Those names carefully placed in order
Each one a record of a life
A life long since gone
That ended in brutality
That ended in war

Each soul had carried away on the breeze
Each breeze then grew and grew
So that each year the memories of those days
Can touch us all, reminding us
Of how the most precious thing can be lost
Of why we all of us deserve freedom
That we must hold on to ourselves
Walk those paths in the woods
Climb over greenest hills
Meander down coastal lanes
Wonder at the clear blue sky
As that autumn wind touches our skin

©Karltearney