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His Last Parade

The weight of him on our shoulders, The faint whiff of gunpowder smoulders, It’s almost as if my lead bearing heart, Would stop with this solemn task. We step in, out, in, out, These timings are not a shout, To the tune of the bagpipes playing, To attention he is...

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Return of A Fallen Soldier

Six abreast come marching, With boots and brasses glow, Each in step with the time, Their movements seem to flow. Slowly they move down the ramp, A truly perfect stride, With chins up and backs straight, It would well you up with pride. But there are no smiles on this...

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Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom filled room Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not for long And not with your head bowed low Remember the love that once we shared Miss me, but let me go. For this...

Do Not Stand At my Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush...

Faith

You will not see me, so you must have faith. I wait for the time when we can soar together again, both aware of each other. Until then, live your life to its fullest and when you need me, just whisper my name in your heart, ...I will be there. Emily Dickenson

Poems

Asleep

As far from pity as complaint, As cool to speech as stone, As numb to revelation As if my trade were bone. As far from time as history, As near yourself to-day As children to the rainbow's scarf, Or sunset's yellow play To eyelids in the sepulchre. How still the...

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God’s Garden

God looked around his garden And found an empty place, He then looked down upon the earth And saw your tired face. He put his arms around you And lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering He knew you...

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Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom filled room Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little, but not for long And not with your head bowed low Remember the love that once we shared Miss me, but let me go. For this...

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