our soldiers and how we suffer when thy are lost |
FURLS FURLS IN AND FURLS OUT, BANNERS WAVING ALL ABOUT YOUNG MEN MARCHING TO CADENCE COUNT FOR THEM, VICTORY, THERE IS NO DOUBT SOON THEY’LL BE OFF TO FIGHT IN SOME TERRIBLE PLACE GOING TO MEET AN ENEMY FACE TO FACE SOME WILL BECOME HEROES, OTHERS NOT BUT IT MAKES NO DIFFERENCE, NOT ONE WILL BE FORGOT I SEE A BANNER NOT FLYING HIGH, BUT OVER A BOX IT DOES LIE I HEAR THE SEVEN FIRED THRICE INTO THE HEAVEN AND I KNOW THE TWENTY-ONE HAS BEEN GIVEN TAP-TAP-TAP OF STICK ON DRUM THE DRUMMERS ROLL HAS BEGUN THEN LIKE A CHERUBS FORLONGED SONG, THE BUGLER BLOWS TAPS SLOW AND LONG WHITE GLOVED HANDS, THE FLAG THEY HOLD ONCE, TWICE, THE FLAG THEY FOLD NOW CORNER RIGHT, THEN CORNER LEFT, THUS AND THUS TILL ALL THE STRIPES ARE OUT OF SIGHT NOW BURY THEM UNDER THE FIELD OF BLUE, SO ONLY THE FIFTY SHINE THRU NOW WHITE GLOVED HANDS GIVE IT TO A MOTHER OR WIFE FOR THIS FLAG A LOVED ONE GAVE THEIR LIFE WHITE GLOVED FINGERS RAISED SLOWLY TO THE BROW THEN LOWERED SLOWLY, BACK TO ATTENTION NOW LEFT FACE,TWO STEPS IN LINE, LEFT AGAIN AND ONE STEP FINE NOW THE HONOR GUARD IS BACK IN LINE LEFT SIDE FACE LEFT, RIGHT SIDE RIGHT, OFF THEY MARCH TO ANOTHER SITE I SEE THE WOMAN HOLDING THE FLAG TIGHTLY TO HER BREAST,WEEPING, WANTING HER LOVED BACK IN NEST I, WITH SADDENED HEART AND TEARS I VENT, I WONDER WHERE THE FURLS WENT, THEN I REALIZE WHERE THEIR AT THEY ARE THERE________ THERE JUST LAYING FLAT A POEM BY JERRY BROWN PRAISE THE LORD FOR THESE BEAUTIFUL WORDS |