I didn't plan on submitting anything at all [don't want to hog the thread and all that] but I was captivated by this image today http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/post/55670 and it just grabbed me. A stunning photo. Before I knew it this was sitting in front of me.

Like hooded mourners
they show no face
they speak no words
they leave no trace
the winter rain
the spring snowfall
the burning sun
and through it all
they watch
they wait

Like shrouded dead
they bide their time
they break no silence
they make no sign
their lonely vigil
their unheard call
an endless dream
and through it all
they watch
they wait