Sonnet To Brave

I stand in sun, in light before the heat, On hills which cut the wind as not to blow! I see before me hallowed ground below Where we the free, intern our brave to keep. Bright crosses white in light in rows they sleep, No more they wonder of the right or wrong. They wait the bugler's tune and hero's song. Our eyes from row to row will only creep. We ponder on the question which will rise. If freedom's won -was worth so many bones? Our tears that fall on grass and cross of stones. Yet answers not to rise when tears we cry, For miles our view sweeps histories of war To brand our souls with trust the brave ones bore.