Their Resting Place
I walked one Sunday morning
In a garden formed of stones
Small monuments of valor
To those who died for home
Names once scribbled down in bravdo
Here inscribed in granite grey
Those brave enough who cared enough
To die in mortal fray
And I thought..those men were children
Pride and joy of someones home
Who came to their time of dying
Without fear but far from home
Yet...once a momma loved them
Sang them to sleep at night
And guided their tiny hand with hers
While they tried to learn to write
Names once scribbled in some schoolroom
Way back there in childhood land
Perfected in some college
Perhaps destined to be grand
Till they heard our nation calling
So they put the pens aside
To fight for her..their homeland
And become our national pride
And across the sea in battle
Some names scribbled by dame fate
Went on to meet the father
Put their hand on heavens gate
Now their scribbling days are over
And their fighting days all through
As accompanied by their buddies
They were brought back home...to you
A garden of broken promises
Of young men for ever true
Whose names are all recorded
On the wall for you to view
That unending wall of valor
Build of stone to always last
Where with reverent caring fingers
We can touch again ...the past
Names once scribbled with a childish hand
In the days ere fates die cast
Are carved deep into this memory stone
In an honor meant to last
By jollynoblefrog
© 2012 jollynoblefrog
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