At the forefront, <br />of the grassy mead, my post. <br />Sentry to the residents, resting, <br />inscribed upon my field. <br /> <br />I am the Warrior’s Wall. <br />Imposing, polished granite. <br />Tribute, to the heroes’ names I bear. <br />With no sound, at attention I stand. <br /> <br />Heroes, who returned, not in parade’s ranks. <br />But, borne by troop stepping out in silence. <br />Silence cultivated, by bonds of respect. <br />Heroes, their names etched upon my face. <br /> <br />From every walk of life, <br />no matter station or status. <br />Visitors, comrades, as well the curious. <br />Before me, all become humbly reverent. <br /> <br />Some sob, and lean upon me. <br />That I might heal their pain. <br />Others, lay empty paper ‘cross my face. <br />Tracing out the names, to forever keep. <br /> <br />‘Tis my honor, my delegated duty. <br />To guard, my sleeping charges. <br />I shall stand my post, ‘til time infinite. <br />I am the Warrior’s Wall. <br /> <br />03May08<br /><br />Kurt Hearth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warrior-s-wall/
