It wounds the Earth
To bury a fallen soldier;
His strong, loving hands,
His laughter forever sobered.
Loved ones above
Look down on so raw a grave,
Their hearts fully wrung-
Because everything, he gave.
The pains are diffuse,
Fading slowly, as real pain does-
The cause, it was all;
Now forget everything, he was
Give back to the Earth
His noble heart of glory-
But tell the tale often,
That thus live his valiant story.
Amen Patti............ You are a Poet......... Beautiful and full of power Jim Troy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I had made a comment here and it seems to be gone.... Mainly was saying how powerful this is and beautifully done... You are a Poet.... No doubter Jim Troy.............