…for those who gave their lives and lay not where we know…


Potter’s Field

How will you know me?
Beneath winter’s first snowfall
I remain nameless
Tread lightly where I now sleep,
Leave prints so I know you’ve come.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s