Poems from JulieaWestby
The cemetery is empty
The cold rain leaves marks on the stones
Every tomb has a name
Except one
Unknown soldier 1864 it reads
An...
Life is full of choices,
To been seen and heard,
Or silent and invisible,
Choosing to do what's right,
Or what is easy,
Being able to face...
Life is full of choices,
To been seen and herd,
Or silent and invisible,
Choosing to do what's right,
Or what is easy,
Being able to face...