Comments about Gerry Legister
When Spirits Gather
Shadows swamp the air with a blanket of fog,
Move mythical clouds from under the dark sky,
Fitting the past sleekly within crucifix memory,
Familiar faces buried long ago in the cemetery.
Nimbly stood stones erect as ruin pillar post,
Though names shimmer in glory halls of fame,
A sacred gathering in the future with the past,
Meet history looking for friends to rise again.