Walking The Stones A Memorial Day Tribute By Stephen Craig Rowe

WALKING THE STONES

Spring sweet blooms

Blossoms

buds and

twittering

Birdsong

Sun warmed face.

Breaking my stride

To a slow march

as

Row and row of

White Stones

Row after row of

White Stones

Stark upon

Dark green

Late

Afternoon lawn.

Alone

I walked the Stones

Reading inscriptions

Name, Rank,

Branch of Service,

Date of

Birth

and

With reverance

softly touched

some

Stones with

Hand and

In the center of the

Cemetary stands a

Stark white Stones

Cast

Late afternoon

Shadows

As

I

Unseen

Formaly marched around

the statue.

At each compass point

North, South, East and West

Stopped and faced the Stones.

Came to Attention

And saluted

The Silence

In Honor and

Respect

Then went

Walking the stones.

 

As ever be well.  With love,  Stephen Craig Rowe

In Awe Of The August Moon

Here there and back again the August moon captures the imagination with a wonder of where summer has gone.  Some roses wilt as others bloom in a turning.  The ridge is rich though some colors tend to fade a bit.  Some flowers give way.

And wave faded color at day rather like a banner of light and joy.

If I could only find the sunflower. 

Good night, God bless and as ever be well.  Stephen Craig Rowe

Spring Rapture On The Ridge And Roses

Spring Rapture On The Ridge And Roses.

Spring Rapture On The Ridge And Roses

Spring rain folds leaves on the ridge and winds cause some branches to bow, then snap back to wave in a thunder clap
and flash of light.
Roses twist and turn in winds, gain strength as new buds grow to form blooms.
Though I have been away
I am still here and there.
As ever be well
Stephen Craig Rowe

Rain on the ridge again by Stephen Craig Rowe

Rain on the ridge again by Stephen Craig Rowe.