White Crosses
It was an early
Autumn morning
Clouds of fog rose
From the river below
To settle high above
The pillaring palisade
Limestone walls
In the morning sun
Brightly sunlit
Autumn leaves
Fell softly among
Row after row
Of newly placed
White crosses
On another hill
Crosses of another war
Marked graves long sealed
Its not if but when
Another hill filled
Roy L. Nave, November 2007
Soldiers of America
Camp Nelson Military Cemetery



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