Carved Granite
The Brick Church Road leads to Friedens
where yesterday as today
wooden carts and steel wagons,
powered by equine legs or fiery pistons,
ferry their most solemn cargo.
After the preacher’s comfort tonings
of walks through the shadowy valley
and eyes lifted to the hills,
After fresh sod flourishes
over the sealed earth,
the carved stones whisper,
“Remember our bearings and sirings,
the banners we carried,
our triumphs and stumblings.
Sound the words and tunes of our jubilant songs!
Never forget that we are you.”
April, 2007
Kerry O'Connor
This piece hearkens back to a time of solidity, rather than frivolity. I found the second stanza to be particularly evocative.
This piece hearkens back to a time of solidity, rather than frivolity. I found the second stanza to be particularly evocative.
Robert Ross
as life charges by, lending DNA.
as life charges by, lending DNA.
"the carved stones whisper..." I really like this poem. It captures the solemn beauty of these places and the sad reality of our transient lives too soon over leaving only our own whispering stone. Well written, thank you.