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my thoughts were many and scattered
on that long and drawn summer day
but always they kept returning
to that lonely mound of earth
where my brother Nathan lay,
falling like tears in that sad field
where the stone angels play.
unsung songs rolling from frozen lips
drift through our pensive masses,
filling the mournful air
with an emptiness that marks my sorrow
marble tears fall from carven eyes
and still I can find no comfort here.
stone angels cannot mourn,
I will miss my friend forever,
the tears I cried were real.
©Robert Ackles |
