Faye Sizemore

DAYS OF THE WALL

Rivers of Time,
In its slow currents not lost
Memories of old friends of mine.

A brimstone smell…
Thunder remembered…
Bringing back a time of Hell

We have gone on…
But we are still true,
We are here… remembering you.

From half the world away…
A Brother from Australia
Will walk with us today

And face your names in granite true…
Because we need to let you know…
We have not forgotten you.

Author’s Note: For Boondocker and the Bushranger