I walk the rows of the garden
Whispering voices the only sound
Passing by the stark white blooms
Rising from the hallowed ground

And I gaze upon all the blossoms
Row upon row to infinity unknown
Fingers lightly touch this newest bloom
Here in the garden, garden of stone

Each bloom marking lives young and old
Lives that eventually have stilled
Some blooms have seen many an age
Some are as fresh this grave just tilled

A flag waves softly in the wind
Today at half-mast flown
Standing for the one who no longer can
Here in the garden, garden of stone

Scattered about these many blooms
Are others who are here like me
Honoring their own seeds fallen
Into these blooms for eternity

Hand slanted to brow, we are all together
Hand held over heart, yet each all alone
In laughter and tears and memories
Here in the garden, garden of stone

For they are children far too short
To appreciate their own youth
Their spirits grow old far too fast
To live and die with that cold truth

Thus mourning comes, as sure as dawn
In the 21 guns of honor shone
For we who are left behind still grieve
Here in the garden, garden of stone

Arlington Memorial Day


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The Mountain

The Rock Pile - Vietnam

The Rock Pile - Vietnam

Before me stands the mountain
Immense in its unbiased demand
That it will not be ignored

A violet by a mossy stone,
The rock I hid behind in the first skirmishes
Was a pale shade of that which was to come

It is an icon of headlong promises
Some made in the shadows of truth
While in a jaded light, others lie

I cannot take my time
Its force compels my movement
Yet I wait in silent vexation to approach

In the magic of a dancing wind
Fluttering leaves paint a serene scene
And I let my eyes drink a sky of stars

But in the bullet riddled heat of reality
There’s no time to engage thoughts of yesterday
This day, is the only day in existence

I did not elect this course of action
I just seek the balance between truths and lies
As I fight for another change of day

I am battered and bloodied
In more than just this weary shell of a body
Praying for just one more day and a wake-up

Pale eyes hang on blue faces
Some in envy, as others give thanks
The war for them is not over, but I am done

Behind me stands the mountain
My crossing complete, but in a perfect world
I’d have never had to cross it in the first place

Dog Tags

History.Net - Dog Tags found in South East Asia


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