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