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Rising slowly from the early morning mist
Growing from the grass by the clouds just kissed
The cross made of wood and stone
The only reminder of past flesh and bone
Endless drops of fiery dew
Changing forever the aging wood's hew
Beneath lies an unknown man
Who was father and husband during life's short span
Now he lives in memories only
These to, by his absence, made lonely
Uniformed he went and fought
Freedom for others, with his life, he bought
Others before him went that way
So that presidents and generals could have their say
They had been young when the call came
The call of uniforms, the call of fame
Bravely they'd marched down the street
To the roll of drums and the tramp of feet
Smartly dressed they's entered battle
To hear first hand death's ugly rattle
The young men soon turned old
And many like him went to death's embrace so cold
Behind they left child and wife
To struggle with now seeming senseless life
Now the ugly scars of war and hell
Are remembered yearly, by the tolling of a bell
But what of fatherless child standing by a grave
Of lonely, frightened widow appearing brave
How many more will fall while young
Before man's greed, it's course has spun
How many more will lie ripped and bleeding
Of nothing caring, of nothing heeding
Must every generation given life
Live with hunger, death, eternal stife
With new crosses of wood and stone
To mark those who departed but never came home.
HAL NOVEMEBER 2000
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