In An Honorable Grave

In An Honorable Grave Did look through all the desolate debris I discovered the memory of a tree On a picture in past that was taken In a land that to me was God forsaken. No one now lived near there anymore And nothing was worth waiting for Except what appeared to be a big hole After activities of war took their toll. A few men could see under tree one day And with tree ended up being blown away This certainly became a terrible tragedy In service of Queen who was her majesty. After their deaths these men were knighted And in churches candles had been lighted In respect for those who in past were brave Now lying gently in an honorable grave. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet