“For the Farmer and the Fisherman”~by Andy Garrabrant

 

 

“For the Farmer and the Fisherman”

Today I walked alone,
Silently, among the fallen.
Snowy cold, standing stones
Basking ‘neath the setting sun
Stretching out for eternity.
Here among these Legions,
I came across the one
Bearing my mother’s maiden name.
One of many, stretching back
To our very founding;
Fathers, grandfathers and greats.
Not all of whom retired here
To this, once, grand old estate.
Another found, I know, his rest
In a distant mountain stream,
The place he lived his later life,
The place he loved, by far, the best.
I honor them, those grand old men,
My few, among the many,
Not only for their sacrifice;
I honor them out of love,
And, I suppose, that must suffice.