Moultonborough Historical Society
First Place Poem 2005
By Madelyn Maroun
These are not regular rocks
These are not rocks for skipping or throwing or for kicking
If you listen these rocks tell something more
At all different times for three different wars
Young men left their homes
In Moultonborough
They were brothers, fathers, uncles, neighbors, husbands, sons, and friends
They left their wives, daughters, nieces, sisters
To put their life on the line for our country
Read those names while you read
You might see stars by some names
Those people laid down there lives for our country
Now reach down inside you, go and see those rocks
Touch those raised names
You will feel pride in your heart
One rock whispers “Greater love hath no man than this,
That A man lay down his life for his friends.”
These are not regular rocks