
I ran past and paused,
the crimson rise of the sun
gave honor to the Buffalo Soldier.
A moment of memory,
a moment of time,
a moment of the universe
casting crimson sign.
They are not forgotten,
they are still heard.
CMM. copyrighted: 2024
Creative Writings by published poet Christine McNeill-Matteson
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I ran past and paused,
the crimson rise of the sun
gave honor to the Buffalo Soldier.
A moment of memory,
a moment of time,
a moment of the universe
casting crimson sign.
They are not forgotten,
they are still heard.
CMM. copyrighted: 2024