TO THE WIND These are the people we won't be forgetting These are the times that will stay with us These are the tears we shed for beauty These are the veils that hide our sorrow These are the shoes we will step in so gently These are the grounds we will walk on politely These are the boxes that hold our wonders These are the stones that mark our lost captains This is the ship we will ride on to the wind This is how we will try to glide These are our angels who beat on somewhere These are the drummers we are marching for Written in 2003. Poetry