I stand tall, and see it all.
Through morning and night
And through shades of the day.
Through wrong and right
And when the rain comes to play.
Through sunshine and through snow, white
I see them all, who visit, but never stay.
I stand tall, through winter and fall
As the winds whisper through me
The names of the fallen, in my memory
I stand tall, for everyone to recall
The mighty, the poor, the rich, and the ordinary.
This post was written in response to Tuesday writing prompt challenge for GoDogGoCafe’s Writing Prompt “whisper through me”