Where White Crosses Grow

Poet's Notes

In honor of our fallen heroes, never to be forgotten, who gave their all for their country and their countrymen. Gratitude seems less than the debt owed.

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Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
Like sentinels -stone-fixed to the ground.
The wind like a shroud wraps around them,
Enshrining each space where they're found.

Stone guardians stand at attention,
Into the distance -row after row.
O' mourn those hallowed internments,
Where our heroes are resting below.

Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
With their numbers increasing with years.
And graves that are drenched by the weeping,
Will never run dry of our tears.

Now the soil is the dead's lonely blanket,
Below - and everlasting - at rest.
Those keepers -yes -all those white crosses,
Announcing -'Here lie the Best of the Best.'

Rows and rows and rows of white crosses,
All those warriors were yields of our lives.
And the harvest of what all wars cost us,
Are plowed under and nothing survives.

There is green lawn laid like a carpet,
That covers our heroes repose.
Outstreched are the arms of the crosses,
In a garden where nothing else grows.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 4/16/2018 10:17:00 PM
I enjoy your creative description of a cemetery scene.
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Date: 5/28/2017 3:33:00 PM
Such a beautiful poem, I really enjoyed reading it however I m new on this site and would really appreciate if you could find time to read my poems and give your honest reviews about them
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Date: 5/20/2017 6:49:00 PM
To tell you that I think of Eric Bogle when I read your poem, is the biggest compliment that I can pay you.
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Date: 5/20/2017 6:11:00 PM
Those last two lines gave me chills. Beautiful work!
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