Joseph Rodrigues Jr.
No Bugles In The Morning
I seen the flash, I heard the blast, the chopper was ablaze--
The treetops were dancing when the sanguine sky was hazed.
I heard a cry, I heard a moan, I heard the bugles call. So I walked among the woods quietly all night long;
There was not a moon lit night nor a blinking star.
There was no light at all, no light at all to see. Oh I called him all night long as I walked the wood alone;
And I listened for his cry but never heard a moan. Then I found him at dawn, when the sorry sky was red:
I was looking for the living, but only found the dead.
I had no time to ...