Everyone was dressed in their sunday best
the day they laid my friend to rest
I was actually quite impressed
as I stood beside his grave
His daughter was wearing a tiny red dress
his son a cream colored sweater vest
as we had a small moment of rest
in honor of my friend so brave
Sent to a land of blazing sun
they'd shaved his head and given him a gun
the last thing he ever heard was "RUN"
before a widow was made of his bride
A flag was folded and handed to his wife
I'd never seen a stronger woman in my life
she kept her composure though she felt as if a knife
had just been stuck in her side
The preacher stood up and he said a few words
rifles were fired scattering some birds
the sound of 'Taps' was the sound that we heard
as they lowered him into the ground
A single tear ran down the widows face
she said this is not a day of sadness but a day of grace
this was only her soldier's death in this earthly place
But his heavenly birth had been found
She held the flag tight to her chest
as the sun was setting to the west
and everyone was dressed in their sunday best
the day they laid my friend to rest
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Across the Ocean and other poems
PoesíaAn ongoing collection of poems on many different subjects and many different themes. A random collection you could say.
