Dedicated to those who fought and sacrificed for Canada.
Footprints
These prints that pressed on paths t’wards wars,
Have march through woods of centuries o’ growth
And each recruit did follow lead,
To enlist with Death and to Death give their oath
These footprints pressed on barren snow
Where frost did bite through weathered boots,
And for British crown did they defend
With musket primed and by trigger shoots
As time did pass, these prints did lead
Into mudded trench that boots embossed
And with each step that went over top
Remained soles of souls that lived and lost
And in the heat of eastern desert storms
Patrolling steps to ensure homeland peace
Each foot did risk an IED
Each print on minds did scars increase
For how will memory mark each loss?
And what if winds disperse all trace and hint?
Leaving ash where once the brave have fought
Leaving grief
Engraved
Near each Foot Print
Silvia Pecota
May 2014