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!!
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2017
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