Beneath The Sod Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

Near the banks of the rocky seacoast
Whence the fleets of landing barges have fled,
Where the blades of the grave vegetation quiver,
Asleep are the ranks of the dead -
Beneath the grass and weed infested sod.

Some are buried in the covering of glory,
Others in the gloomy mishap of defeat,
All covered with gore incurred in battle,
In the dusk of eternity they all meet -
Beneath the grass and weed infested sod.

From the silence of the sorrowful hours,
The disconsolate and desolate mourners go,
Lovingly laden with bouquets of colorful flowers
Visiting the graves of friend and foe -
Beneath the grass and weed infested sod.

Somberly, but not with redundant scolding,
The annual tribute and noble deed is done,
Though the tumultuous war years have faded,
No more of a courageous struggle is won - Beneath the grass and weed infested sod.

So as with an equal brilliancy
The early morning sun rays continue to fall,
With a touch, not partial or biased
On the sprawling graves enlightening all -
Beneath the grass and weed infested sod.

There shall not be a war cry to be heard,
Nor the sprawling seacoast to be bloody red,
They banish out hatred and animosity forever
When posterity laurel the venerable dead -
Beneath the grass and weed infested sod.