<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392546" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Th' White, Stone Crosses O' Donnegal</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The today's begin- as the yesterday's, <br>frosted dew from th' nights cold mist<br>blanketing acres of serrate damp soil, <br>grassblades wear th' sun on their tips, <br>a peacefully warm white burst o' light, <br>perhaps, Mother Natures kinder side, <br>accomodations for they dwelling here, <br>boxed below th' sod, forever sleeping-<br>th' many souls of unfinished business, <br>far-long beyond injustice an' sacrifice, <br>taken young, for love of country, and-<br>buried in a sea of white stone crosses; <br>real names attached to dates and war, <br>the dates not nearly far enough apart, <br>an' their stories..... would pale a ghost. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'n, from th' Lowlands to th' Highlands, <br>past th' scarlett shores.....of Donnegal, <br>there be scant sod, for the future dead <br>as th' green turf, lo, has turned to sage<br>from th' souls asleep, numbered large; <br>th' red nascent sunset eclipsing arches, <br>shadows creep, gradually....hauntingly<br>o'er th' etchings.... of each white Cross<br>An' we visit.....lay down a silent prayer <br>that peace be found...within this yard <br>keep mem'ries warm in their eversleep<br>'neath th' chill o' the white stone cross.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+James+Ryan+Jr.">Frank James Ryan Jr.</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392546" data-title="Th' White, Stone Crosses O' Donnegal de Frank James Ryan Jr." data-description="The today's begin- as the yesterday's, frosted dew from th' nights cold mist blanketing acres of serrate damp soil, grassblades wear th' sun on their tips, a peacefully warm white burst o' light, perhaps, Mother Natures kinder side, accomodat..."></div> </div> </div>

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