Harold C. Smith Poems

Somewhere the sun isn't shining, there is just rain
Somewhere a family is in mourning with a lot of pain
Somewhere beneath a white cross lies their only son
War has taken his life before it had hardly begun
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I looked high and low and all around
Until one day I knew I had finally found
The gal that was made just for me
That was the day that I met my Mary
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He was nineteen on that cold January day
When he was drafted and was taken away
Infantry training made him into a rock hard man
Then a ship waited to take him to a far away land
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