A Living Memory
Two hundred men,
a woman and
a dog.
A cry from the heart,
a petition
for a job.
A three-hundred mile march
a journey,
a trek.
A protest ...in vain,
futile,
they said.
They were talking to the deaf.
The shipyard stayed closed.
No difference was made.
But still ,with dignity recalled,
is the Jarrow*crusade.
*1936
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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