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A Soldier's Last Hurrah

A SOLDIER’S LAST HURRAH
By
Robert E. Welch, Sr.
November 7, 2020

He was sitting at the table,
His coffee in his hand.
Not caring where he was,
This sad and lonely man.

The years that he had lived
Totaled ninety-nine and one
His memory was going
Of days when he begun.

He fought the war in Germany
With medals on his chest.
Then came home to family
Who said he was the best.

Now he sits alone at home
With none to share his fame.
Often asking for his friends
Though none had ever came.

Then a young boy came along
To hear the tales of glory.
The old man closed his teary eyes
And began to tell his story.

He passed away that very day
To walk the streets of gold.
Saying “Thank you, Lord, this last hurrah, 
My one last story told.”   

Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2020



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Arlington National Cemetery

ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY
by
Robert E. Welch, Sr.
May 18, 2016

The Honor Guard goes slowly by
As another’s laid to rest.
The bugle’s call hangs in the sky
Farewell to America’s best.

Look upon this solemn sight
Beneath the clear blue sky.
Markers of the purest white,
In silent rows they lie.
 
A gentle breeze goes drifting by,
Cause flags to wave anew.
And as the warming sun grows high,
It dries the morning dew. 

The stillness falls upon the ear
With reverence sad and deep.
We walk among them, far and near,
Those in eternal sleep.

The changing of the guard goes on,
In weather foul and fair.
To honor those that are unknown 
And respect those lying there. 

Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2016

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A Walk Down Memory Lane

A WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE

By
Robert E. Welch, Sr.
February 17, 2017


My mind takes me there, more often than not,
To the days of years gone by.
Of a time and a place, wherever it be,
Above and beyond the sky.

A place of my own, in my own little world
With none to cry or complain.
So let me be there, alone in my thoughts
As I walk down memory lane.

Let me walk down that lane, with shadows and light,
To see all the good things and bad.
And follow that path, wherever it leads,
To times both happy and sad.

As I walk down that lane, each step that I take
Brings forth a tear or a smile.
Each memory I see slows my walk even more  
And gives cause to linger awhile.

To live in the past should not be for me,
For now is the time to be.
The things that I do, the things I see
Will each make a new memory.

But I store up those thoughts of heaven sublime
That never the memories wane.
And travel with me on clouds soft and fair
As I walk down memory lane. 

Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2017

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Circle of Life

THE CIRCLE OF LIFE
By
Robert Welch
March 15, 2015


A baby cries out, a new life is born.
Proud parents see him and know the future.
Oh, how much this child has yet to learn.
He grows, reaching for new horizons, seeing things so new.
And life goes on.

Years pass, as he becomes an adult.
So many memories since an infant.
Good times and bad, happiness and sorrow.
People come and go in the passage of his life.
And life goes on.

Now children of this adult are born, to carry on.
To replace those who have grown.
Starting their own lives, as one has before.
Marching in time to their own visions.
And life goes on. 

Having become a senior citizen, he has evolved
From a tiny bundle of joy,
To a seasoned elder, seeing life and death
Of family and friends, knowing his time is near.
And life goes on.

Such is the circle of life.

Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2016

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Love Lament

LOVE LAMENT
Robert Welch
2015


She came into my life one day,
A ray of golden sun.
Coal black hair and sparkling eyes,
I knew she was the one.

I wanted her to be my own,
To be my steady girl.
Her pretty smile, a gentle laugh,
She set my heart awhirl.

We shared our days of fun and joy;
I loved to be with her.
We dreamed of days still yet to come
And walk thru life together.

But time has ways of changing things,
And knowing we can’t see.
Each will take a separate path
For ours was not to be.

Now we live our lives apart,
With someone else to love.
But in our hearts we both do know
Each other we dream of.


Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2016



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Not Forgotten

NOT FORGOTTEN
By
Robert Welch, Sr.
September 11, 2016


It started as a quiet morn, 
That day the towers fell.
Soon it changed to become
A day of living hell.

A plane in Pennsylvania,
And one in Washington.
Now two in New York City;
Fear felt by everyone.

Many who had risked their lives,
No sacrifice too small.
Heroes made from everyone
Who tried to save us all.

Passing years brings tears anew
And memories of that day.
We can’t forget; we won’t forget
In all we do and say.

Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2016

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My Dad

MY DAD
Henry F. Welch
October 29, 1918-March 20, 1995

by
Robert Welch
March, 2016


It was a cold and rainy day, the day my father died.
But rain was nothing as compared to all the tears I cried.

I could not be near him as I was far away,
But thoughts filled my mind, and with words I could not say.

Memories of days gone by, of happy times indeed.
Of his strong hand to help me, and when I were in need.

His wisdom and his love; very much a part of me
As I grew older I leaned on him for times that were to be.

 Now he’s gone to Heaven, and forever to be missed
But soon to be reunited, that is my biggest wish.

He was my Dad; my Pop; my friend, through all those many years.
And now I miss him so as shown through all my tears.

Our love will carry us beyond these times that are so sad,
One day I’ll see him again, and say “hello” to my Dad.

Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2016

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We Don't Have Forever

WE DON’T HAVE FOREVER
by
Bob Welch
October 23, 2015

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this”, is how it all began.
These words that fell upon us like a damp and chilling rain.
So we need to live the best we can for all that time allows,
‘Cause we don’t have forever; we’ve only got right now. 


The saddest part is knowing that there’s nothing to be done,
But giving God the glory for the battle to be won.
No special cure; no miracles, just faith to carry on.
Knowing that you’ll always have His arms to lean upon.


We won’t have forever, to see our dreams come true.
We’ve only got a little while to do what we want to. 
Today is all that’s left for us; we’ll make it last somehow.
‘Cause we don’t have forever; we’ve only got right now.

Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2016

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Coming Home

Coming Home
Robert E. Welch, Sr.
October 16, 2017

I bet my Mom and Dad have cried a million tears
Not knowing how I’m doing or where I am.
I’ve been here in the jungle for over 50 years
I’m lying here in the jungle of Vietnam.

So many times someone would call my name.
“Please, oh please; please come on home”.
Each time there were no answers just the same
But no longer will my soul forever roam.

Tell Mom & Dad I’m finally coming home,
To be at rest in a place I’ve always known.
I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home,
And laid to rest next to that marble stone.

Family, friends and neighbors are all there to see,
Six soldiers in quiet stature march on by   
And slowly fold the flag that was lying over me.
Taps are played, but there are no tears to cry 

Tell Mom & Dad I’m finally coming home,
To be at rest in a place I’ve always known.
I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home,
And laid to rest next to that marble stone.





Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2017

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Viet Nam Rememberances

VIET NAM REMEMBERANCE
By
Robert Welch
March 17, 2016

Reaching far away it stands, gently ‘round the bend.
Names in stone, row on row, that seem to never end;
Reflections of the ones who died; those who gave their all.
Yet, there at last, the final name, the last to die and fall.

We went as boys so very young, our lives yet not fulfilled,
A place that was a living hell, not fit for man or child.
All gave some, and some gave all, in a war that was so cruel.
Yet those of us who did come home were faced with ridicule.

But those who died and gave their all are the truest of the true,
Their names are on a granite wall, for all of us to view.
As we pass by and stop to see, a flag, a book, a name
So many names, so many names, not one who brought us shame.

Rest in peace, oh faithful one, and wait for us above.
For one day we shall join with you and see the Heavenly dove.
But as we wait for that to come, our tears will fall anew,
In knowing that those left behind will always grieve for you. 

When, in our deepest sorrow, and our hearts are heavy laden;
When it seems that all is lost, and everyone is saddened
We come together in His name, to praise and sing a song,
Knowing that the will of God will surely make us strong.

Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2016

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