Unknown. Or rather Known Unto God.
I place a flower on the grave. Put my hand on the flat ground. Whisper. “Thank you.”
I move to the next stone. Read the inscription, same as the previous one. Same as the hundreds of others in this cemetery of the fallen. “A soldier of the Great War. Known to God.”
And to me. I place the flower. Rest my hand on the ground and wait. A voice comes to me, a sigh in the wind. I smile. “Hello, Thomas. Thank you.”
Lest we forget.
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Absolutely. Thank you for that x
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Fantastic – very moving and good to think that people may actually do this. Even if not the psychic part, the placing of the flowers showing that we remember
Debbie
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Thanks Debbie. I hope it makes people feel something. I had a lump in my throat when I wrote it. We went to Tyne Cot Cemetery in Belgium last year, which is where I took the photo. So many First World War graves. Very moving place.
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Wonderful. This is top three for sure.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful Kimberly. I think too often we forget what our soldiers have done and still do for us. A wonderful tribute. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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Thanks Sheila. I liked the fact that the earth and the air so recognised the sacrifice that they kept the memory of the names.
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Me too. Glad you shared and stopped by. You’re always welcome in the Cow Pasture.
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Very moving.
Yvonne V
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