Yesterday, I went to the Wall
I just stood and stared at names
While the wind blew Hard
   And the Wall was my bunker against the Chill
 It made it possible

After a long while
I had the courage to touch  
  A long black broken sunken wedge
With icy fingers I felt it's warmth Against the cold
All the while not knowing what to be,
Or where to stand and see it whole...
And why I am
Or when I won't be
Only staring
Across a silent role call
And listening
To the echoes
Of ancient soldiers
Whispered in the winds


Copyright 2003, Paul D. Bishop, All Rights Reserved

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