Arlington Cemetery - Photo courtesy of William Newbold
"There Will Come Soft Rains"
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
This Sara Teasdale poem was used as the title for a Ray Bradbury short story. You may want to check it out!
Gettysburg - photo courtesy of William Newbold