This Fathers Son
You kept your faith with cannons flaming
when cowards left, their souls ablaze.
You kept your trust--thy will proclaiming--
from none but death to sing your praise.
Your word has always been its treasure
when pain and suffering claimed their due.
You never sought a languid pleasure
from less than what you knew was true.
You always treasured those in passing,
just as those whose hearts you held.
Your bond to life is everlasting
far beyond what grace compelled.
Your legacy is yet to be written;
the end is not what you have done.
It's toll is measured in lessons given
and lived with pride by this fathers son.
If Poetry Contest
Sposored by Silent One
10/18/2018
1st. Place
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