Cemetery

Cemetery

By John R. Greenwood

Stone Grey
Names
Chiseled deep

American flags fade
In sun baked wind

Summer flowers
Red, white, and yellow
Urns dry and patient
Await soft Sunday showers

Visitors wander
Through neatly placed rows
Plots long forgotten

Old cedars sway with
Brown slivered bark

Young widow weeps
Quiet tears of emptiness

Lives of war heroes made short
Shadow centuries past

Songbirds sing unaware
Their sounds soothe
Hearts below

Cemetery air
Brings a silent ease
To loved-ones left

Memorial Day
Bow your head

For those lost before
Cherish life
Up ahead

J.R.G.5.15.2009