The Cannonsfire echoes
over the battle strewn
landscape of her soul.
She retreats to
fight another day,
leaving many
huge victories
to study in
her passing.
The poetry of
the war and peace
that was spent here,
holds all of her thoughts
laid out in neat lines,
like the crosses
at Arlington.
We weep for the loss
of this warrior.
We are all diminished
by the passing
of any poet from
our presence.
The world is
far too full
of angst's invectives,
but she would often
turn the tide,
in the battle of wits.
Thus I chronicle
her passing, waving
the many white sheets
gathered from a
poetic field that
will remain here
long after
her surrender.
in the winds
of change.
Godspeed,
Cannonsfire
as you go forth
to conquer new chapters
in the story of your life.
I salute you with my pen
as a sword slashed
in quick strokes
across the emptiness
you will leave.
Would that we were
not as fate decreed
just a gathering
of lost souls
watching you forge
a separate path.
Whether or not
we stood by your side,
in the slinging of words,
full of glory and woe,
we are all grateful
for your service rendered
during your term at AP.
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Thank you so much for this, it humbles me so 
C
