Grief may cause the ranks of blue
To bite their trembling lip
Allow firm gaze to
Keep their tears at bay
White gloved hands, folded flag
Badges striped with black
A last Radio call
Fades away
A haunting wail of bagpipe
Drones Amazing Grace
A three shot volley echoes thru the stones
Our Lord has called another hero home
A rose was placed upon a grave
Amid the marble stones
A mournful dirge of taps playing slow
Unending seem these many days of woe
James A. Bolt