broken tomb

"sweet sweet air fills my longs. this summer night only bring rest. today I stay and watch the few people walk by. I have a name... I think. I only wish you know. maybe then you would know what I did. all that I conquered, fought, and won. and now here I am lost and never remembered. winter nights are so lonely out here where I lay. I hope you will come back a stay, only a little? please don't forget me live every one. please don't leave..."
 
 
Today I walked with people from the pass. I rubbed off the dirt from there little tombs. I read there name and always remember to smile. if my foot slips and I stand on there hallow ground I say sorry. I know they are not there. I know. but I remember them just out of respect of life. I remember them because I feel for them and all I can do is hope some one will do the same for me....some times I ring one with a sweet poem on it. I will always read it out loud just to give a little more life to the dead... but one that always makes me sad is when I see a broken tombstone. it makes me so sad. and there is nothing I can do. i don't know there name. or the day they died. all I can do is give them a rose and say take care.