In the first panel, Ozzie sits contemplating what to write in his gratitude journal. In the second one, Earl arrives with a ball in his mouth and barks gently. A heart floats up from Ozzie's head in the second panel. In the third panel, Ozzie's chair sits empty, his pen on top of his open journal. Above the frame, we see lines from his journal with a single word: "Dogs."
11 November, 2024

Lest We Forget

by Doug Nix
in Poetry

In fields of Flanders, poppies grow, Amidst the trenches, row by row. From Vimy Ridge to Ypres town, Our brave Canucks laid their lives down. Beyond the Somme, their courage shown, On battlefields, they’d never known. Passchendaele’s blood-soaked ground, Echoes still with wartime sound. In Normandy, they stormed the shore, Defeating tyranny and war. In…

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