remembrance

in fields 
where silence reigns
as poppies bloom 

in this hallowed place
the stones do stand
they stand in grace
each etched in name

they are the fallen 
a whispered past

the grave stones know
they are the guardians 
keepers of the fallen
on this solemn day

hear our call
they whisper to the sky

we are the echoes of war
for we stand watch 
over the honored dead

we are the echoes 
of the final goodbye