Lou J. Klaiber
AT THE WALL
bright sheen
a raven’s wing
names
carved into memory
sky and trees
clouds
reflecting
moving
upon carved names
a breeze the whispers
time past
dry leaves
falling in their youth
gone
to a storm
a war
silence
and tears
… none blamed
none defamed
our history has grown old with us
shadows fall
beside us
voices
call us home
touch them
see them again
America is your home.
©Copyright May 31, 2003 by Lou J. Klaiber