His name is unimportant. 1000's before have come and 1000's more will follow
It's time to grieve...an old warrior did die
To his honor...we shoot to the sky
Once a great man...tall and bold
at the end ... so frail and old
Into battle...he led so us so well
Only a few now left...with his story to tell
Past wars had ...taught him to lead
giving us all... the strenght we would need
His trust we had... to urge us on
Because of him... our battles were won
To some like a father...to other a friend
A bond among us...that will never end
In the face of danger...he had no fear
Our glorious flag...he held so dear
Now old friend...don't go to far
Again one day we will meet... over the bar
You're absolutely tight Ron,
This could be the Unknown Soldier or a son or brother..sister or mother...friend..it doesn't matter for the one's who fight for peace in any capacity deserves the respect and honor from every free citizen in this world and those oppressed who deserve frerdom. Very much deserving verse.
Thank you!
Susan
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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This could be the Unknown Soldier or a son or brother..sister or mother...friend..it doesn't matter for the one's who fight for peace in any capacity deserves the respect and honor from every free citizen in this world and those oppressed who deserve frerdom. Very much deserving verse.
Thank you!
Susan