A Poem

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Eagles
A Symbol of a World
Terrible
And cold hangs still
In a ring of trees.

White Lilies Red Roses Blue Sky
Surrounded by Green:
The color first used
To make Our Boys invisible.

And then enters a girl
Lost because of a War.
She finds herself here in the Circle of Glory.
Her Faith, Hope, and Charity running low,
She slows and becomes a perfect statue.

for RKD