Short Warblue Poems

My Hope Is Blowing In the Wind

My  hope is blowing in the wind
The sting of battle is beginning to sink in 
I pray into the emptiness of a clear blue sky 
The  sounds of  Reveille and Retreat enters my mind
The Red White and Blue the Stars and Stripes
A final salute the quietness of the evening sky 
Will be my  last  straw of hope until I die