Soldier, Farewell By Patrick Henry

Under the flag he chose to serve, Marching no more down roads aflame, The soldier fallen lies held in where the pall Bearers pass the ranks for his last time. Few words will tell or heal the loss. Bugle notes stand for the unspoken thought. Those nearest share the deepest hurt. The country mouths the right care, which it ought. The reason why he moved up to the front Stays private in his life among the ranks Of all those going through ordeal under fire; Drawn to the edge by strange circumstance. Conflict always will set high demands How life should be given to the cause To save our state which makes the people Hope for peace by facing wars. A young man on the promised verge of life, Raw in courage to test the mettle it must earn, Puts his worth on the line, ending now Word breaks, in this world he will not return.

Copyright ©2009  Patrick Henry

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