Walking With Heros Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Walking with heroes
I walk at night in the graveyard.
To see the headstones of those that are there.
I call each name aloud to be understood. And I hear them all answer yes sir.
We walk the graveyard and see so many from different ways but hero s the same.
The join our walk till day light comes each returning to their spot.
But not before I say thank you to each one of them.
Giving thanks for the freedom they gave and the enjoyment of their company.
As I search for those they say was my family.
I walk with heroes till then.