Granite Poem by Ronald Strickland

Granite



For a soldier who serves in war,
then end and peace never come.

Within them, the battle goes on.
It's a battle many don't understand
and see them as if they belong in a can.

In each of them,
their war goes on.

Until the granite is placed at their feet,
their war has ended,
and they have peace.

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Ronald Strickland

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LaFayette, Georgia
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