White Stones Silent
o the vast lawns of white stones silent....as a sparrow
tends her new clutch
only in engraving they speak soldier's names....and
the wars they fell in
men and women of brave....as the bugle weeps in
taps too young in sleep
hearts in cadence stilled....wars are storming
bastards of fire roaring death
soldier's stories whispered in....aligned standing
rows of everlasting
Copyright © Regina Elliott | Year Posted 2024
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