To a Newfoundlander lost on the July Drive
His blue puttees stained the colour of Mother Earth,
and face down to her grip.
And she, reaching back to never let him go.
Thousands of miles away,
on a rocky shore,
he sees his mother on the beach,
collecting her small bounty of silver and black fish.
She's not knowing for the moment
that she will never see him again...
**I know I just post fuel pricing items here, but I felt that this weekend I would make that exception. It was so many that died for me to pursue that right.
Wherever you are this Remembrance Day weekend, be safe and take the time out to remember!