And let me end upon a note of hope For persecuted wasp, so neat, so fine, That in sarcastic verse I thus enshrine: It was a wasp that in a glass of wine Once killed a Pope. REMEMBRANCE "This war will be over soon" Not for the broken innocent villages, Not for the broken innocent hearts: For them it will not be over, The memorable dread, The lost home, the lost son, and the lost lover. Under the rising sun, the waxing moon, This war will be over soon, But only for the dead. NEXT MEETING: Wednesday, October 23rd at 7:00 p.m. Tony Scammell Editor