Faye Sizemore


He had visited the Wall especially on a day of rain
Because he had heard stories of the visitor’s tears
And he thought he could not stand the pain
He knew he’d give way though it had been years

The Wall shone in the rain with an angelic light
A visit in the rain was better than a visit at night
The raindrops were running down all the panels on the Wall
With the raindrops on visitors faces tears shouldn’t show at all

But the agony in the visitors’ eyes was a dead give away
He might as well have went to the Wall on a sunny day
He saw the daughters, wives, sisters, the sons, the mothers
He saw the eyes of the friends, the eyes of the brothers

At the Wall a vigil was being kept
At last he finally knew that he was not alone
……………… As in the rain he wept