Rest In Peace
I hear voices and see faces
Of warriors who died in faraway places.
Some gave their all, all gave their best.
When they were judged, all passed the test.
As I sit here alone on this bench by the lake
I wonder just what chances I’d take.
Would I show valor on fields of battle
Or would I display fear and nerves that were rattled?
Spirits still roam this hallowed ground,
So I stand and listen to every small sound.
And just as I leave I hear a faint sound
Of taps being played over each burial mound.
Written by John Posey
05/12/15
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