Lou J. Klaiber

THE SILENCE

The breeze falls into the wooded
silence…………
and small creatures listen!

I sit with them
in memory.

Remembering those who fell
far from home…
………… torn and bleeding,

young men far away
from that mystery place
called Home!

The Night wind falls
and the fire burns
in this old place…
that whispers………… and tells me
that it
is………… something

‘that is a remembrance’,
and a small home
for weary souls… crying
and alone.

I shall choose to be with them
now,
and forever.

I remain
only…
to ‘Welcome
them
Home’!

The finest poem
is a heart… brave
silent…
and alone.