Silent Graves

Across the silent graves I hear

The sound of one who sheds a tear;

Standing, crying, all alone,

Hopeless, grieving on their own.

Down within the darkened sod

Lies a soldier home with God.

Across the silent graves there floats

The mournful tone of bugle notes,

Reminding those who walk on by,

Bringing moisture to the eye:

Here rests those who gave it all

To heed their country's fervent call.

Across the silent graves I see

A story writ in memory:

"A son," "a husband, father, friend,"

"Faithful to the very end,"

Lives cut short by war's disgrace;
Each name there reveals a face.

Across the silent graves I feel

A sense of peace as there I kneel,

Pause to say I mourn those lost,

Remember just how dear the cost

And out, beyond the silent graves,

The flag they fought for proudly waves.

*Thanks to Forest Brooks for providing the photo for this post.

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