Thanks Sue for this week’s photoprompt.
The Stones of Sense.
See the labours of a thousand hands
Laying a thousand stones,
Each in memory of someone lost.
Feel the warmth in the midday sun,
Yet even on a winter’s day,
These stones are never chilled.
Hear the sobs of tortured souls,
Their tears like rain lost in the sands
Of a time so long ago.
Smell the air,
A fragrance unique, clean and clear
Nurtured by Nature’s own
To cleanse the sorrow within.
The story unfolds of valor and sacrifice,
The Stones a reminder of what is and what was,
Blood, tears and sweat of the fallen, no more than babes,
Leaves a bitter taste in the heart.