Cold Salute
Cold Salute
7/4/2014
There is a sadness to it all
the smell of gunfire’s cold salute
flag wavers hushed by bugle’s call
in tribute to our freedom’s truth,
that all have benefited from
mothers, fathers, daughters, sons
those who gave all – those who gave some
protecting freedom’s fading dawns.
New voices speak in muted tones
of soldiers who held freedom’s hand
words echoed o’er the lifeless bones
alongside those who freely stand
to thank them all for what they gave
a tattered banner’s aching truth
that freedom’s flag must sadly wave
above the gunfire’s cold salute.
7/4/2014
For Kelly Deschler
contest – Not just any old Quatrain
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2014
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