can’t feel the rain on their face any more
can’t go to war
I pass the stones
one by one in the storm
and when the rain has stoppped
there’s no need to warm
in the sun
what’s done is done
but the rows are alive
with memories. This one
traveled here, this one there
one breathed his last
in Normandy air
whether it’s spring, or roses
doesn’t mean a thing
none of them is alone
only me, watching water
on the face of a stone
Larry Keegan
can’t feel the rain on their face any morecan’t go to warI pass the stonesone by one in the storm
and when the rain has stopppedthere’s no need to warmin the sunwhat’s done is done
but the rows are alivewith memories. This onetraveled here, this one thereone breathed his lastin Normandy air
whether it’s spring, or rosesdoesn’t mean a thingnone of them is aloneonly me, watching wateron the face of a stone
Larry Keegan