This was inspired by a trip to Arlington Cemetary.
forever thick and heavy,
You feel the weight of it,
raining down upon your shoulders,
The row of graves,
The eternal rest,
The tears of loved ones,
that have soaked into the ground,
The ground in which,
the deceased are forever at rest,
The uneven grass,
The chilly wind,
Together they whisper the stories,
and the tales in which they know all too well,
Your heart is heavy,
and the depths of your soul weeps,
For the families,
and all of the dead,
Young and old,
who lost their lives,
Saving the nation!
Poetry by Brielle Guesstell
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Written on 2007-02-18 at 15:46
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Freedom
The air hangs,forever thick and heavy,
You feel the weight of it,
raining down upon your shoulders,
The row of graves,
The eternal rest,
The tears of loved ones,
that have soaked into the ground,
The ground in which,
the deceased are forever at rest,
The uneven grass,
The chilly wind,
Together they whisper the stories,
and the tales in which they know all too well,
Your heart is heavy,
and the depths of your soul weeps,
For the families,
and all of the dead,
Young and old,
who lost their lives,
Saving the nation!
Poetry by Brielle Guesstell
Read 459 times
Written on 2007-02-18 at 15:46
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