A Nation's Son
Lichen claimed the headstone
As he lay there 'neath the ground,
Long since tended, overgrown
No flowers to be found.
The grave was of a soldier
His duty borne with pride,
June the 6th '44
Was when this young man died.
In this unkempt graveyard
Sleeps a nation's son,
Who paid the price, his sacrifice
His actions, bravely done.
Here lay but his mouldered bones
For when he fell upon the sand,
The Lord came to care for him
And held his waiting hand.
Entry for
YOUR CHOICE,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
5/6/2019. Placed =1st.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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