''I heard an angel speak last night and he said ''write''.-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
There you stand,the symbol of my love.
The touch of a hand,a sign from above.
Drenched in sorrow.
I will stay til' morrow.
Brisk breeze sent chills down my spine.
As though I knew,your angel eyes I'd find.
Relaxing my nerves,I can feel you near.
Presenting yourself in my eyes so clear.
In this field lay many of broken souls.
Thus my aching fingers,the names do I scroll.
''Angels In Cemeteries Poetry Contest''.....
Sponsored by...Constance La France-A Rambling Poet...
written by...Kacey Greenlee....