Sonnet Number 60 -

Sonnet 60 -on Memorial Day

The stark white stones stand guard upon their hills.

In weather raw, they ne’er desert their posts.

Chest out, chin in, they’re at attention still,

in morning’s mist, you see the roaming ghosts.

They heard the call; it echoed in their souls.

They picked up musket; held the stretcher’s arms.

Their service thus is written on their scroll,

Home from battle, none returned unharmed.

Some strode with honor down their hometown’s streets,

Others home with shattered limbs and torso.

Who took a bullet, paid the last receipt?

For them, always, we burn a light a’glow.

The stark white stones stand guard on sacred ground;

Tread gently, for the bullets still resound.

---May, 2020