The old men stand proud
Before the scattered crowd,
The battered warriors
Of half-forgotten wars.
With trembling hands
They salute the flag,
And recall their youth
Lost on foreign shores.
A marching band plays
and speeches are made
On this solemn day of remembrance.
Some reflect on the victories
But most remember the losses
And grieve for those who lie
Beneath the miles of white crosses.
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 7:44 AM UTC
Adorned in his mystical robes
Of shimmering moon and stars,
Drawn from the vault of heaven
By the power of Merlin, himself
When other worlds were only seven.
He emerges from the crystal cave,
From the old world into the new.
He holds aloft the sacred chalice,
Before him lies the shinning palace
.....Of Camelot.
He smiles on his remembering
Then salutes the once and future king.
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 7:36 AM UTC
Regal pines soared skyward
Like a great cathedral's spires,
Shafts of iridescent light
Struck the ground with holy fire,
Illuminating the forest floor
Where lacy ferns and mosses grew.
With brilliant greens of every hue.
Transforming violets into purple jewels,
Strewn about my feet
And water into liquid gold
When light danced on the creek.
Alone in this most sacred realm , I knew
That what I had always felt was true
A truth my heart has come to understand...
God does not dwell in temples made by man.
Feb 27, 2011
Feb 27, 2011 at 7:34 AM UTC