a fleur de lys in raked gravel
was very beautiful in the slender moment of dawn
and it lay like a laurel wreath afore the Chateau
plane trees verdant as a stripling youth stood on either side
like a sentinel of the avenues of memories leading us
as if in salute to the fallen who once had gathered there
in autumn and in winter
and even spring
see the dead
they walk with us for company for solace
like lonely stars huddle together at night for warmth
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