Walking in the graveyard.

April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-seven.

Walking in the graveyard. Ghost whispering secrets to me.

1- The dead do not talk no-more. If you listen well.

You can hear whispering of things lost and never to be found.

Good life, you escape to a better place. Ugly life, hell-bound souls.

2- I went to the graveyard to visit my friend. I brought a six pack of his favorite beer.

I sit near his stone. I open a Miller beer and I tell him. My friend, I do miss your laughter.

On 24 August, I order two beers and two whiskeys to remember your name.

I tell the kind bartender. Largest sin, to forget a soldier friend who died in war.

3- I told the young man who lecture me. USA cannot be defeated. We will destroy Iraq.

I show him a picture Oise-Aisne American Cemetery. I tell him, 6000 USA soldiers.

They thoughts fought the last war. I told the young man. How many graveyards do we need?

4- I visit Arlington National Cemetery. I go alone so I stand with brother soldiers.

I say the names of the name on the white stones. I tell them. They are not forgotten.

I leave pennies and I pray they found a good place to rest.

Please remember to say the name of people who left us.

John

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

I haven’t been to a immediate family graveyard since mum died 11 years ago. Did visit my ex husbands cousin five years ago at her funeral
It’s a fair way away mum’s and dads but need to visit
Thanks for this and reminding me

[Coyote Poetry]

I reminded myself dear Julie. Thank you for reading and the comment. I hope you are doing well and enjoying the days of Spring.