Misty morning veils the land,
Where brave young soldiers lay.
Windswept footprints disappear,
From another day.
Silence is their mournful cry,
Victims of the foe.
Once, they fought a valiant fight,
Now, shadows of long ago.
Shallow graves within they lie,
Peace for them at last.
With bowed heads remember them,
Warriors from the past.
Copyright © 2011 LeRoy Dean All Rights Reserved
This is a most mournful song.
Such a quiet, lovely meditation upon our fallen heroes!
Nice poem.
Beautiful tribute to our fallen heroes.
Butch, that is a great poem.