The Peaceful Stones
A sunny day
for meeting the dead.
All the white stones in rank
and row.
We follow a date on a calendar
to a place called a 'peace garden'.
Lay our wreaths, bow our heads,
try to recall the snow and blood,
the trampled mud of war.
Then home to watch on TV
a film
one where only the good guys win
and survive.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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