I don’t usually write poems, but inspiration came to me today (Remembrance Day).
Interestingly, it came to me upon waking up from a dream. In it, a soldier, dressed in an old style uniform, told me his war story. When he finished, I turned to my friends, insisting we needed to stop what we were doing. We needed to change.
Later in the morning, I sat with my journal and the words just poured out. (Depending on your browser, you may have to click on an icon below, to read the poem.)