Friday, March 5, 2010

The Sound Of Crickets On A Hot Summer Night

In Arlington National Cemetery the night they buried Senator Edward M Kennedy there were
crickets chirping and the low murmur of voices waiting at the gravesite.
I, an unbeliever, was moved to tears by the prayers and answered aloud
Hear our prayer
Hear our prayer

It grew dark and lightening off in the distance over the hill where
A lone soldier stood gun held in white gloved hands waiting for the
Final Salute flashed off and on as a gentle wind blew the
Eternal flame in the growing darkness
And then it was over


Brosreview said...

The second half evoked some great imagery in my mind! Well done! I shall wait for the final outcome of this piece. Good luck!

joannity said...

beautiful....really. Thank You JoJo

Cat said...

and it was over much too soon.

As was this piece. Beautifully done.