New Mexico Mountain Graveyard...A Poem
In a high mountain graveyard,
All is silent save the wind
And two flags slapping,
Halyards whipping clips
Against the metal poles
Like clappers of twin bells.
Two soldiers lie here, ever
Eighteen and seventy-two.
Waving grass and raven's nest
Define their final resting place
With other iris-covered graves
And tilted wooden crosses.
Jesus reaches white-robed arms
To bless the Rio Grande.
Copyright by Don Gray
Don Gray Art • Poems