There Father Passing By
There Father Passing By
Stars stuck out in front of our flag
In wind will become wrinkled and wag
As it is being caressed by a breeze
Down each street and through the trees.
Behind stars it is blue in the background
In front of flag can hear a bugle sound
Occurring and everyone there consented
Salutes by all those there was presented.
Weeping woman was there in the crowd
We all could hear her crying out loud
To her with courtesy flag had been given
For honorable husband no longer living.
Truly was such a sad day in every way
While at home in backyard children play
Each time they see plane high in the sky
They think that is their father passing by.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015
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