Eighteen Souls by James B. Earley

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Eighteen Souls

Woodlawn Park…at Santa Monica
…Just beyond.........the Palisades
Where eighteen souls…lie buried
…….Within....a plot....beneath..the shade

…Of a gnarled…old tree…growing
From a seedling destiny placed
…On hallowed grounds…at Woodlawn
Where eighteen souls…embrace

…In…some sacred…convocation
From a cast…of many drawn
…Eighteen souls.....were favored
Amongst..thousands...dead...at Woodlawn

Whyler....Franco.....Lockwood...Diaz
…Some…of the chosen…few
Of eighteen souls....summoned
…To that spritual......rendezvous

With the gnarled…old tree…growing
Whose roots…some reason….sought
To touch….eighteen souls…at Woodlawn
…And those...eighteen souls.....escort

Into…millennium…called…forever
…Where God…has etched…the last...Decree
On that scroll.....may joy......be written
For eighteen souls…and the quaint…old tree

James B. Earley

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Chitra Lele (8/3/2008 12:02:00 PM)
eloquent write! heartwrenching tribute

Dawn Slanker (7/6/2008 12:47:00 PM)
Beautifully wroght. Excellent flow...the words just roll off the tongue. I really enjoyed the content and descriptive imagery as well.

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