Sunday 12^th November 1989, 11.30 a.m.

The November sun

Catches the medals

Of the old man

As he makes his way

Through the park.

Green fingers

From Spring flowers

Show themselves

In the warm earth

Beneath the wheels

Of his wheelchair

Too early.

In another land

East is meeting West.

And the people are dancing

And embracing

On top of a broken wall.

The old soldier

Sighs a sigh

For the folly of flowers

and men.

Hilary Cremin

image: Eric Ward