Verdant Sentinels
Remembrance Day Poem - An ode to the Vimy Oaks, guardians of the dead in Arras
Vimy Oaks rise up
Seeds of hope born of wasteland
Watch over the Dead
Acorns few, gathered
Rescue made by foreign hands
Away from decay
Planted far away
Vimy Oaks grow tall and strong
In Ontario
New generation
Remembrance of what was lost
On soil far away
Harvest the acorns
Transport them across the sea
In warm steady hands
Planted once again
On Arras’ hills and craters
Roots spread deeply now
Cradling lost soldiers
In blanket of mossy soil
Quiet Sentinels
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For anyone who has been to the hallowed site, towering white pillars reaching up to the sky on the ridge that saw so much courage, leadership, community, loss, and death, Mother statue looking solemnly over the valley, watching over the boys she lost in the push to take what was thought to be futile, it is impossible to stand under her gaze without feeling the weight of war and great loss.
Walking along the path to the monument, land scarred by shells, still treacherous, only sure footed sheep daring to walk along the crater rims, it is hard to imagine the verdant hills destitute landscape denuded of life. The sacred package, acorns found and squirrelled away and packaged, sent to find a new life across the Atlantic, in Canada. Two generations, trees now bearing their own fruit, the desire to return, to find reunion, satisfied, transported once again to the hills of Arras and planted on the lands that serve as makeshift cemeteries to unknown soldiers, a beautiful contrast to the names carved in stone at the monument’s base.
About the Creator
Christina Barber
Vancouver, Canada
@lille_sol
@canuckreader
Publications:
“Alone in an Empty Room” https://www.thecreativezine.org/issue1
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