In Memoriam

                                   In Memoriam

A lush green carpet across the field so bright as to hurt the eyes

interlaced with brilliant marble forming an unmistakable pattern.

They're home, at last finally a place to rest, a place to be honored.

No more noise of battle, no more cries in the night of untold pain.

The hush is broken only by birds singing their songs atop the stones

loved ones weeping for those they lost who were protecting them.

Again the rumble of flag draped caissons bringing new members to

the brotherhood of those who served their nation and died.

A splash of color the flags placed among the marble flap in the breeze.

Far away on the other side of the lush green, the fading sound of taps.

Bent in sorrow many in tears they watch the solemn procession.

Still others look at the expanse of marble and ask, "How many more?"

Reviews

[GreenShoes]

This poem is a wonderful tribute to all the brave men and women who served their country. May their souls rest in peace, and may they never be forgotten.

[barleygirl]

This is one of the most beautiful things I've read in the spirit of Memorial Day sentiments. What I love the most is that you portray death as almost something to celebrate, a relief, an honor, or any number of other positive possibilities . . . yet always a bummer for those left behind . . . this stark contrast in perspectives gently presented. Everything about this is gently-stated. I love it.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

loved this
;love your style
there are so many talented writers here you are one
keep writing

[Kelly Scheppers]

Eloquently penned, Dave. Truly makes the heart skip a beat.

[Samuel Dickens]

How many more? The answer is blowing in the wind, I think. A lovely poem about the forever young and brave.