Far into the distance
the white gravestones reach.
Line in line stretching away
in neat rows like soldiers
on parade.
The sun shines down
on them where the rain
had washed.
You lie there one
amongst so many.
Your name and rank
and dates still neat
and legible.
You killed in action
the legend states.
Your mother never did
quite get over that
her only son gone
before her.
You in some foreign field
far from home.
Your father took it
like man or so seemed
from outer view
but it cracked him up
inside too.
Sleep on
where no wars rage
or bodies blown apart
or killed to break a heart.
Rest in the peace
beyond the grave
amongst the others
resting here
the lost and the brave.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Far into the distance
the white gravestones reach.
Line in line stretching away
in neat rows like soldiers
on parade.
The sun shines down
on them where the rain
had washed.
You lie there one
amongst so many.
Your name and rank
and dates still neat
and legible.
You killed in action
the legend states.
Your mother never did
quite get over that
her only son gone
before her.
You in some foreign field
far from home.
Your father took it
like man or so seemed
from outer view
but it cracked him up
inside too.
Sleep on
where no wars rage
or bodies blown apart
or killed to break a heart.
Rest in the peace
beyond the grave
amongst the others
resting here
the lost and the brave.
