Owen Johnston

Rookie (October 2nd,1977 / Lake City, SC)

The Spirit Of The Past - Poem by Owen Johnston

The spirit of the past
Lives in
The whispers of the wind and
The hoot of the hoary owl,
Which echoes sadly evermore
Against the lonely trees -

Who for days uncounted have seen
The endless journeys of men
Come to an end beneath them -
This final respite
Marked by names and dates
On lonely tombs.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012



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