Kentucky Fallen Poem by Randy McClave

Lie all the fallen here in Kentucky
Underneath the blue skies and the bluegrass
Though they might be the few and not the lucky
But now in death, the angels above them will pass,
Those fallen will be remembered like the wildflower
With its golden plumes in the fall on the roadside
Tears will come to them like the afternoon shower
As they will always have our memories and our pride,
Unto the fallen will come the fragrance of the Honeysuckle
With that sweet smell that attracts the human soul
Upon that thought and memory my knees do buckle
Especially if they are looking down from a grassy knoll,
The fallen will be the music as it comes from the hills
To reflect the living of every child, woman and man
Lie me down to sleep as I listen to the whippoorwills
Then I will be remembered as a sportsman and fisherman,
Truly no man can decide where he is to be born
But many men can choose where they want to die
And many men will sit and they will mourn
If they are not buried underneath the Kentucky sky

Randy L. McClave