Drums and Bagpipes

Goosebumps
never fail to visit
whenever Emerald Society drums
call for a slow, steady, cadence
and bagpipers play Amazing Grace
at the funeral of a fallen hero.

Police and Firefighters 
who have offered us
first, their service
and then, their lives.

Honored by those who stood
shoulder to shoulder, loved ones,
and others like me who
get goosebumps.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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