The Hidden Stone
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The Hidden Stone
Mossy vines served as camouflage for
the decaying headstone buried there below.
A hidden stone that peeked from the earth floor
soon held my eye with the desire to know...
was this an old headstone above a tomb
neglected in these weeds from long ago?
If so, who lies here sleeping in death's womb;
something inside told me I need to know.
I pushed aside the camouflage of vines
and shallow letters showed through years of wear.
But when I saw a name that looked like mine,
my heart was stunned, and all I did was stare.
Green mossy vines had camouflaged this grave
that guards the edge of grandpa's vacant farm.
Today, I found his dad who died so brave...
a soldier, guarding country, from war's harm.
Green mossy vines held secret this dear place.
What led me to the farm I know not why.
Perhaps great grandpa called me here with grace
to find his name engraved beneath the sky.
And now I stand here at his tomb and sigh,
where mossy vines embraced him all these years,
brought here by fate to humbly say goodbye...
my feelings camouflaged in flowing tears.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Secret
Sponsor: Faraz Ajmal
Judged: 12/29/2018
~2nd Place~
Contest: Camouflage Me A Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Judged: 07/10/2016
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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