The bagpipes are sadly moaning,
As 'Amazing Grace' softly plays...
Another soldier has gone home...
Another sleeping, lays ~

Another widow crying,
A flag there in her lap ~
And, quietly, we listen
As a bugle sounds out taps...

Three rifles ring out volleys...
Seven-for-twenty-one...
As America again lays to rest
Yet, another mother's son...

He lays there peacefully,
Eyes closed, as if he dreams;
Dress Blues gallantly adorn him...
Another lost, brave Marine...

The minister stares with misty eyes
As he bows his head to pray...
His words embrace the family
Brought here this sad day...

A wreath is laid upon the mound
Of the freshly covered grave...
A lost soldier has been sacrificed
His country's freedom to save...

Another flag is proudly flying...
As, we say goodbye to one more friend...
Wondering if we'll ever bring
This senseless war to an end...


And as the crowd walks away,
There are final, sharp salutes...

~~~~~~

And another soldier is deployed,
To fill an empty pair of boots...

Lynn King © October 14, 2008

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