She stood alone amid a sea of white crosses. The wind was cold and brisk.Slowly she walked along the rows and reached out to feel the cold hard granite.
It felt like death, pure and final. The tombstones seemed to go on forever.
These men fought for her, on foreign soil, and died so that she could survive. They lived a lifetime before her, and died as boys not much older than she.
Brave but doomed. Now they rest on a hilltop that they never climbed.
Called by the sea breeze, she softly reads aloud and the wind takes their names out over the water. A whisper to carry them home.
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This 30 Days of Writing Challenge is brought to you courtesy of Nicky and Mike. They managed to convince a bunch of us to play along. If you want to read more cheesy posts, check out the ramblings of the crazy gang listed on the Linky thing at the latest post at We Work for Cheese.
That was beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThat is awesome!! Wow.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nicki.
DeleteBeautiful and sad...
ReplyDeleteNicely written!
Thanks, Pat. I wasn't trying to be sad, but I guess it is.
DeleteAwesome blog, you write so beautifully! :)
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Susanna
http://susanna-behindmyeyes.blogspot.com
Thank you. I'm glad that you stopped by!
DeleteHow evocative. Really lovely~
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shelly.
DeleteReally tugs at the heartstrings. I'm glad that you don't specify who "she" is. We each get to decide.
ReplyDeleteSo, who is she?
DeleteLovely, but sad.
ReplyDeleteAww..Don't be sad.
DeleteOutstanding. Poignant and powerful. That's quite a combination. I'm very moved by this piece. Again, absolutely stunning work.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jayne. That means a lot to me!
DeleteA nice blend of prose and poetry. Do you call it Prosetry, or Poese?
ReplyDeleteVery nicely written.
ReplyDeleteThat is a really stunning piece of writing! Just fantastic! I'm bowled over, LM!
ReplyDeletethis has me in tears.
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