The delicate silhouette walks by the slowly running stream.
Frail gnarled palms touch her only cherished dream.

Out of a faded apron, retrieving a small package to see.
The silent figure kneels under a cottonwood tree.

Trembling hands undo the brittle old twine.
A solitary diamond nestled on a finger does shine.

The lacy handkerchief covering the parcel falls to the ground.
Revealing an ancient diary, locked and tightly bound.

Reaching in a limber pocket, she sadly takes out a golden chain.
Undoing the tiny clasp her tears fell like fresh spring rain.

A tarnished silver locket, gently she holds in hand.
Quietly the golden links slip to the fertile land.

She opens the precious possession, a small key reflects the light.
An antique rusty picture never leaves her sight.

The tin photograph of a soldier and his lovely wife.
Brings back daunting memories of her vanished life.

She remembers the romantic walks along the beach each day.
And the untouched happiness she felt till he was called away.

The day he left is engraved in her heart and mind.
Feeling it was the last happiness she did find.

He left to fight in the war and give his life.
Keeping our country from enduring hardships and strife.

Her heart becomes very sad when she remembers his funeral that day.
Draped on a rustic coffin, THE AMERICAN FLAG was on display.

Suddenly a calming peace settles and her sadness is gone.
A feeling surrounds her, she is no longer alone.

Emotions felt in the broken heart are not blue.
Love has enveloped her with visions so true.

She saw a soldier leaning by the tree so tall.
With a tender face and caring voice her mind does recall.

The desolate sky is filled with heavenly harps to be heard.
Lovely church bells ring as they announce the word.

Solemnly a throng stands in the graveyard by the road.
Saying an encouraging prayer for their friend in heaven's abode.

A robust soldier and his innocent bride walk hand-in-hand.
As they start their journey to the promised land.

Walking by the open grave; the precious memories of long ago,
Tenderly are placed on the wooden box in the open hole.

Then the happy couple disappear in the morning light.
Dew-dropped roses bend their velvety faces to the sight.

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