The lone piper leading the cortege
Carrying the hero to his final place
The haunting melody of the bagpipes
They arrives at the already dug grave
Comrade in arms come to attention
As the Chaplin last prayers recite
A volley of shots fired over the grave
The last post played on the bagpipes
They lowered the casket for the last time
It was then the tears started to flow
All remembering their gallant hero
Who lost his life in the hills around Wexford
Fighting the injustice of an occupying force
Seeking freedom for the people of Ireland
Out numbered out gunned by a superior force
Fought gallantly to the last standing man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A moving piece Dan, great to see you being so creative!
Thanks Margaret love your comment