Thousands dead, thousands injured
Thousands had to flee
Millions of residents in a conflict zone
Wondering if they'll ever be free
...
The sands of time eroded that
broad smile from your face but
of that carefree ebullient character
I still can see some trace
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Velvet reed mace by the lakeside
Swans glide on the mirror serene
Buttercups gold among grasses
In heat haze a calming scene
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'I brought some flowers'
I said to the nurse at the desk
She told me to take them home
Saying they weren't usually left
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I took a trip down memory lane
along the byways last September
Pointing out familiar places
and events I well remember
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Were you there when they needed
Your reassurance day and night
When trials and terrors came, did you
dry their tears, hug them tight
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A bird hide fashioned in willow
With a high wooden bench to sit on
A long discreet viewing slit
A moorhen appears, then it's gone
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She knew it too well
That look, that tone
The effort it took
To try stop a cyclone
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'Get out now', the feeling screamed
That was not the life she dreamed
She hastily gathered documents needed
The life she knew quickly receded
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Crossing a wooden bridge
To get to the wood beyond
I glimpse an otter diving
Just beside me in a pond
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