Beneath the Totems
The honored dead lie in their graves
Silent beneath the sky
Storm clouds billow like threatening waves
The wind begins to sigh
Darkness falls o’er this resting place
Slowly the clouds descend
Totems stand with majestic grace
With strength that storms won’t bend
The Totems tell of noble lives
Of those who now are dead
They speak with pride and not with cries
No tears need now be shed
The spirits of the dead still live
Within the hearts of all
Strength and hope and peace they give
Beneath the Totems tall
by Steven Mossburg 8-13-11
Copyright © Steven Mossburg | Year Posted 2011
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