Roger Shipp is our host and you can join in with his challenge here
Ranked side by side and opposite,
Their shadowed forms line the road,
All too soon a precious cargo will pass,
Headed for the sanctuary of home.
Silence abounds, a time to reflect
Life past, present, and dying,
Hope lingers, like the mist swirling
None should ever give up on trying:
United, gathered, watching, waiting,
Looking to finish what was once started
Death is a doorway, a threshold to explore,
Step forward, join ranks with those departed.
Morning comes, a carriage rumbles,
Horses trot in sedate unison with pride,
Laying to rest one of the best and loyal,
The spiritual mist is their guide.