Blue Flowers
Wild blue flowers in granite...
He carved them in the stone.
That they would place on the resting place
Of the bravest man he'd known
He was a once a nice young neighbour
Who had lived right down the street
Who many times had spent the night
Or dropped by some times to eat
He had watched him from a little boy
Grow to be a fine young man
Who then became a soldier brave
Fighting in a distant land
Now his mom and dad are his best friends
So when they brought John home
They asked him to do the honor
And carve his memorial stone
For alas he'd died in battle
In the middle of the fray
When a landmine buried in the soil
Blew his young life away
So..the master carver aquessed
And once more picked up his knife
As in granite with some chisels
He comemorated life
Then.. with sad blue teardrops falling
He incribed the young mans name
And carved some small blue flowers
Right underneath the same
Made a wreath ...a hero's garland
For the whole world to see
And to realize that grave contains
One more reason we live free
To celebrate July the fourth
With parades and fireworks bright
And to enjoy our blessed freedom
He helped buy with his young life
A blue flower in granite
A simple tribute to valor
By jollynoblefrog
© 2012 jollynoblefrog
(All rights reserved)
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