Calling a Soilder Home

Hearing your voice as it beckonds in my ear, I can still see your smile as my eyes shed a tear. Memories of you I still carry each day, as I go back to this place where they led you away. They sounded off the guns with the twentyone gun salute, you served so proudly in your worn soilder boots. The battle crys could be heard through your fellow soilder's ear, as he slapped the ground hard it came true his worst fear. Recalling the day shots went off as you clutched your chest, saying goodbye to the world as your soul went home to rest. A flag was carefully folded in rememberance of you, an honorable acknowledgement of when you served the red, white and blue. I see you in my dreams holding your flag up high, as you sling over your shoulder your big green duffle bag as you wave goodbye. Displaying a big grin as it dances across your face, as you disappear into thin air stridefully full of grace.