The Last Mile

Greenery carpets rolling hills

that rise beyond the river.

This hidden slice of verdant peace

– a warm and welcoming giver

*

Visual wonder stands astride

its history and its spirit,

Many a soul has tarried here;

yet some have come to fear it.

**

I walk the path that winds along,

and through the ancient trees.

Bearing the voices of those who came

to render final pleas.

***

This scene awash in summer’s glow

betrays a darker shade.

The march of those who lost their all

and those who’d been betrayed.

****

I walk the last mile down the hill

to where my dearest lies.

Serenely down there in the dell,

which gaudy day belies.

*****

Past the willow to the place

where grievers come to wail.

Relaxed, I pause, a parting sigh,

and peer behind the veil.

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