Lou J. Klaiber

… IN SILENCE

…in silence
and alone beside the river
of night
breezes whispering
into our leaves and branches
we stand like old trees
proud
often scarred
carrying our wounds
silently
toward a promise
skyward and bold.

Old but ever reaching
standing against new storms
new violence
the lightning of sudden war.

Old beacons of history!
old Oaks
a reminder of history
to the young and green
who take our place today
and tomorrow…
when we shall dream
Eternity!
and join the Legions
marching by.