The Garden - Poem by Ron Pate
Walk with me through the garden of stone and see what duty, honor, and
valor epitomize. Beneath each stone lie our true heroes. The ultimate
sacrifice demanded, and there for given in an instance. No time for
goodbyes, just gone, and now they're here in the Garden Of Stone.
A peaceful tranquility rises from within the garden and all that lie there
call it their home. Not a sound uttered or complaint levied, just peace in
A Garden of Stone awaits me, calling me to come home, visits my
dreams. Nightly, I walk in its path looking for my place, my home, my
Garden of Stone.
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