Graveyard Wandering

Here, I walk, on that precious ground
of the bravest souls to be found
Of, they that bled on distant tours,
ones fortuned here after their wars

I'm encountering aging stones
one, –somewhere here– my father owns
No less deserving – left to lie,
anonymous to passers-by

I deftly step around each plot
with thoughts of how they each had fought
Sacrifices remembered well–
Lo! the stories these vets could tell

For all the valor given forth
I'm privileged to honor their worth
A solemn prayer to myself – said
I amble on –amongst the dead