I Salute You

I Salute You!

The morning grass covered in fresh, moist dew
shimmers in the light of the bright round sun
and stones stand high above the ground
on them written names and dates of people long gone.

A child walks among the graves
his hair dancing with the August wind,
the strands the shade of fine golden rays of sunshine.
His eyes are content with peace of mind,
he is like an old man in disguise.

The boy only five feet tall,
Halts at a six foot seraphim, now ancient and gray
The marble eyes glare down, into the grave.
The child stands tall, straight and firm,
His hand rises and he says,
"I salute you sir!"