The Angel's Tribute

I fold my wings and sit and pray, above hallowed ground. His body beneath in earthly form, his soul heaven bound. Yes, to heaven, to be crowned * As all his comrades in arms came in answer to trumpet sound. I’m glad to fly when I go my way, Not walk on hallowed ground, I will not walk on hallowed ground *** To Junie, my uncle, just barely older than me. 29 October 1952 Korea A bomb fell directly into his foxhole. This poem lost for almost I don't know- - - years!! Just popped up on my computer. Strange??? Goose Bumps all over!!