The Wall
The Wall...  black granite
with some etching on it,
names, side by side, going on
from pinnacle to infinity
The Wall... at dawn a place
of quiet solitude,
thundering with the memories
of 58,000 lives cut short
The Wall... speaks to us
of the moments of our lives
when we went on and
others did not
The Wall... where we remember
and look into ourselves
and see what was
what is, and what will come
The Wall... they wait for us,
to come to them remembering,
that they never be forgotten
and it is never done again.
Jim
copyright 1997, may be freely copied
just not for profit...

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