Please join us for Mosaic Monday at Little Red House hosted by our friend Mary...

On a hot summer afternoon...
looking around at the historical society..
in Oklahoma City...I found him.
Just his name...carved on a slab of marble...
but it meant so much to me..so very much to me.
The wiggling infant just there on my grandmothers knee...
grew up on a farm tall and red headed and freckled and free.
everyone said he had such a sweet nature...
was helpful and kind...he was just 19 years old when
a bullet caught him in the back and laid him down
forever...somewhere in France.
I saw the little area I had never seen before...
a statue of a soldier guarded it...tall and imposing..
it said to me "this is hallowed ground."
an eternal flame tower was standing there..
and a wall. Something like the Oklahoma War Dead.
I walked inside to look around..
and then I saw the names,
hundreds, maybe thousands of names.
as I scanned thru the a's and the d's and all the others.
I finally found him..there on the wall was his name...
the lad that loved my mom so much he carried my bassinett
down Main Street on top of his head...can you see it..
carried it home for me.
Just a few months before...he went to war.
He's tucked there safely between
C.J.Wewerka
&
Joe Wharton...
my uncle Leroy...who gave his life..
for you and for me.
They buried him in France...
So far from his home..
and the red clay of Oklahoma.
We'll bring him home...the Army said..
Pop Whaley told them...
"No"..in a voice cracked & gruff with grief...
"Leave the boy lay...where he fell."
I wish I could have known him.


On a hot summer afternoon...
looking around at the historical society..
in Oklahoma City...I found him.
Just his name...carved on a slab of marble...
but it meant so much to me..so very much to me.
The wiggling infant just there on my grandmothers knee...
grew up on a farm tall and red headed and freckled and free.
everyone said he had such a sweet nature...
was helpful and kind...he was just 19 years old when
a bullet caught him in the back and laid him down
forever...somewhere in France.
I saw the little area I had never seen before...
a statue of a soldier guarded it...tall and imposing..
it said to me "this is hallowed ground."
an eternal flame tower was standing there..
and a wall. Something like the Oklahoma War Dead.
I walked inside to look around..
and then I saw the names,
hundreds, maybe thousands of names.
as I scanned thru the a's and the d's and all the others.
I finally found him..there on the wall was his name...
the lad that loved my mom so much he carried my bassinett
down Main Street on top of his head...can you see it..
carried it home for me.
Just a few months before...he went to war.
He's tucked there safely between
C.J.Wewerka
&
Joe Wharton...
my uncle Leroy...who gave his life..
for you and for me.
They buried him in France...
So far from his home..
and the red clay of Oklahoma.
We'll bring him home...the Army said..
Pop Whaley told them...
"No"..in a voice cracked & gruff with grief...
"Leave the boy lay...where he fell."
I wish I could have known him.






