There Father Passing By

There Father Passing By Stars stuck out in front of our flag In wind will become wrinkled and wag As it is being caressed by a breeze Down each street and through the trees. Behind stars it is blue in the background In front of flag can hear a bugle sound Occurring and everyone there consented Salutes by all those there was presented. Weeping woman was there in the crowd We all could hear her crying out loud To her with courtesy flag had been given For honorable husband no longer living. Truly was such a sad day in every way While at home in backyard children play Each time they see plane high in the sky They think that is their father passing by. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran and Poet RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NC