The Stone

by | Jan 28, 2014 | Poetry | 0 comments

Courage loyalty and comradeship,
Qualities they have shown.
Displayed there now forever ,
In black marble stone.

Carved by craftsmens hands,
Words filled all in gold.
That they may always stay,
With spirits oh so bold.

You will see there always,
Every single name.
But names they do not matter,
Before God they’re all the same.

Though I did not die with them,
Of me they are a part.
For inside this old mans body,
Beats a soldiers heart.

Every time I pass that place,
I salute them in my mind.
For truer, braver men than these
You will never find………….


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