A Winter Scene

Down in the white-black of the cemetery, deep little shadowed stones peep from the frozen white-winter tears, Old souls who once laughed, cried and lived as much as the living world now ---- for something Peering down where my grandpa lay, buried neath one of those shadowed stones; I have his war medals on the wall, and father's too, For their blood they ask me to try a little harder ---- I shall try, as I peer down upon the cemetery where grandpa lay, buried in a winter memory (God rest his soul)