"Memorial"

A field of green,

clipped and groomed,

rolls across the landscape.

Stark white markers,

named with the fallen,

lie in perfect rows 

to the horizon.

Little flags salute them,

tucked neatly in the soil.

They flutter on the 

lilac scented breeze.

Scattered flowers and 

scattered people roaming 

amongst the stones.

The silence is overwhelming.

Everything muffled on 

this solemn land.

A place of peace for 

those sacrificed in battle.

A place of rest for 

those ravaged by war.

I can almost see them,

faces too young, 

heading so far away.

Generations all represented.

Different reasons why 

they all had to die.

The ceremonies have started.

The traditions of 

old soldiers and wreaths.

Comrades in arms will gather.

They come together each year

to hear the bugle in the 

distance and to cry.

The End