Poetry

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The Black Granite Wall


I stand in solemn awe,
] staring at names
Etched into this polished - black
Granite wall.

Too many names
I can not read them all,
Nor can I contain myself
Tears begin to fall.

All these men and women
Who left husband, wife, children alone
To give their lives in a combat zone.

I stand in solemn awe,
My reflection’s on this black granite wall.
A free man staring back at me.

Because fifty-eight thousand two-hundred and seventy-two names
Immortalized on this black granite wall


Rick J. Musick
6-28-11

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