The Garden of Stone

The Garden of Stone

Michael Benton

Take me to the garden of stone where my brothers rest,
I hear them call and see the path to follow.
Lay me down in the marbled rows and add my story to theirs,
my days of burden are gone, peace at last, peace.
No place else to be, no place else, no place else for me.

Take me to the garden of stone where my brothers rest,
It’s time to answer the call, the path leads me home.
I’ll sleep soundly now, a hallowed blanket my friends share with me,
No more do I worry, time to sleep, sleep at last, sleep.
Take me to the garden… garden of stone.

(Written at Beaufort National Cemetery while watching an old solider visit buddies interred there.)