The Vision Poem by Gerry Legister

Sitting here thinking alone
Finding a vision in my soul,
With weight, as heavy as stone
Thinking HOW I came up into this world.

The royal vision nobody I knew
The faces could make out there,
They're being the faithful few,
Who knew all the virtues of care.

But they never made a show
With spirit pride and softly cried
They always stayed in the shadow
To lay among others who died.

In the shadow, we see the result
Of their work in full perfection
Masses of well assembled in merit
Became a joyful occupation.