I got a note in the mail a while back,
And I opened it carefully,
The mailman brought it in his sack,
And it was addressed to me.
The message was very poignant to me,
And the point of it was soon found,
It said, “ You are cordially invited, Leigh,
To join us at The Highground”.
The Highground is a very sacred place,
Where many are seen to roam,
And even it’s serenity cannot erase,
The pain felt by those who made it home.
Heroes of all conflicts are honored there,
With solemn statues and Legacy Stones,
It is humbling to be standing where,
Our Native Americans so freely roamed.
We went to that place to honor a man,
Who died in a war that was far away,
People came from across our land,
To honor Tom Murphy on this perfect day.
His family all came from miles away,
And each found solace all around,
We were all glad to be there that day,
To honor friend, uncle, brother, at the Highground.
Many a story we told one another,
And a tear stained more than one face,
But there were many memories of our Brother,
As we gathered at this sacred place.
And so in time Tom’s stone was laid,
And much peace by everyone was found,
But many lifelong friends were made,
As we honored Tom at The Highground.
We all left The Highground at peace that day,
And we will all return there again,
Each year all of our respects to pay,
To our brother, our uncle, and our friend.
-Leigh Livermore 6/16/02