As I walk through soft green grass I make no sound,
I wonder at the sun’s beauty as birds sing and flutter,
Below my feet shadows are revealed on the ground.
A soft breeze awakens their voice to be heard,
Their voices carry me quickly to the past,
It is through their stories my heart is stirred.
Standing proud the shapes are never alone,
Their shadows touch each other as if a friend,
They will never leave the other as time has shown.
Their line is disciplined, just as once in the past,
All in their finest since the day they were formed,
A simple stone tells their story and forever will it last.
With my eyes now open, I can painfully see,
I am among my fallen brothers and sisters,
Their silence begs me to pass on their story.
They have given all to take away a nation’s fears,
The only words I am able to utter, are “Thank You”,
As I walk through the shadows and wipe away my tears.
D.E. Jones
Never should the sacrifices of those who gave all be forgotten.
