Fallen Soldier

I stare at the casket; Draped with the nation’s cloth. I’m momentarily startled; As the guns go off. Another fallen soldier; Being laid to rest. I struggle to breathe; For this tightness in my chest. The bugler so smooth; As he hits every note. It is hard...

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...