I was walking along in the lonely pines; the wind whistled through the trees... a mournful sound, they did emit, as their branches were shaken by the breeze! I enjoyed the sounds that nature made; they seemed to be so kind... it was so peaceful there, so very soothing to my mind! I walked a little further; but, something made me stop... a piece of concrete, all squared up, and a name written on the top! I rubbed the fungi off of it; the name I then could read... a soldier from the Civil War, was buried here, indeed! Here lay the remains of a soldier, true; forgotten by all who live... a man that gave the ultimate gift, gave all that he could give! The grave lay silent, and was un-kept; but, someone had made sure... that he would be remembered, though, in this case, obscure! I sat on the tomb and began to think, about the legacies that we leave behind, how long will we be remembered; how long will we be in mind... our lives are but a vapor, that stays a little while, and then is gone without notice when we have walked our very last mile! Cletus (Clete) Hardiman Copyrighted 2001 (all rights reserved)
Reason for writing:
Sometimes the truth is not too pleasant! Is it????
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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