Field Of Green

Planted in a field of green….

Lifeless…

Cold….

and forever unseen.

Lie these stones of silenced dreams.

Stones of solemn remembrance,

 stones of forgotten screams..

Church walls that now crumble,

Lay bare with broken pews,

To which vines of nature now greatly humble.

The steeple, which once was straight and upright,

Now lay like a fallen soldier on its broken and jilted side,

No longer pointing to the sky, no longer pointing heavens way,

But into the direction of those, who in field of green reside,

Yes, in the direction, to which the forgotten soul lay.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004