THE HERO

[sourdough2]

They gathered at the landing field,
To bring their hero back.
Short weeks ago, he’d volunteered
For fighting in Iraq.
They’d cheered him then, this teenaged boy,
As they wished him God speed,
Then he went bravely to the front,
That a nation may be freed.

Now they stand in silence,
As the boy comes home once more,
Borne on the sturdy shoulders
Of his comrades in the Corps.
They speak of glory, bravery,
Of victory and of pride,
But somewhere in the crowd,
A broken hearted mother cried.

They buried him in Arlington,
In a hallowed hero’s grave,
Far from those for whom he’d
Traveled half a world to save.
And as the mournful music flows
From bugles, drums and pipes,
His mother’s tears flow down
Upon the folded Stars and Stripes.

So, welcome all our heroes home
When this bloody war is won.
They’ve served their country admirably,
Their duty has been done.
But give a thought to those who’ve died,
And when the canons cease,
Let’s all get on our knees and pray,
Please God, let there be peace.

[bags123]

Well constructed verse my friend. Good to read you poet.

[Eric]

very enjoyable read !

[Travis]

Your images convey a story full of emotion and a lesson to be learned...one I hope we all someday will do...Thanks for sharing and bringing back memories of serving in the USAF...Well done!

~Travis

[DarleneG]

A sad story. But Amen to "Let their be peace" I hate war! I wish their was an answer to getting along with each other. Thanks for reminding us that so many of our young men are paying the ultimate price.