All those names inscribed
The hand of the sculptor carefully
Carving each letter in stone
A breath away from the endless waterfall
As the mind, hand and intent of the sculptor
Dove into the stone
To make their names immortal
We dive to the monument
Taking each name with us
As we traverse the wall
Feel the cool water and fall
With them into the hole
Which lives in the center of our hearts
Diane Findlen Garrow May 2013
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