Nov

10

Filed Under Tears 

CROSSES, CROSSES EVERYWHERE

By Janet J. Seahorn, Ph.D.

Crosses, crosses everywhere

Underneath cold grounds they bear.

Lives were taken way too young,

Silent voices, empty stares.

Crosses, crosses, facing west

Toward their homelands mountain crests.

Long ago they faced a test

That left their fate their final rest.

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