rows

how still the sky
that falls between
rows and rows of white crosses

in snow white Yule marble
lies three,
known but to God

"No Greater Love"....
echoes
like Taps in the breeze.

Last Few Words: "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

Region, Country: Ohio, USA

Favorite Poets: Bokonon: “Let your life be the poem you write”.

This was pure love on your part. Not to forget the forgotten. Simple but screams in it's sorrow. Very nice work.

Kim
(V)

It's also a day I remember those who no longer walk with me.

I can barely breathe.
It is a day for remembering. For embracing life and the memories we keep.
Sorrow holds the tear so close to heart in this.

Simply stated and beautiful. ~Pamela

I think my best stuff is *simply stated*. Thanks for reading, Pamela.

Hi Kal (the) is not needed. But here's a visual for you.

The quarry the marble was cut for the Tomb of the Unknowns is called *Yule*. Humans *Lie* and are *laid to rest*, so lie is correct.

Use your imagination for the last stanza. I know you have one. ;-)