From Halls to Walls
By 1stpoet
From Halls To Walls…A Tribute for the Fallen Training camp the first step, to marches Forward facing enemies only seen on maps Tags on chains, numbers and names stamped upon steel Fatigues, called such because one was too tired to peel clothes from bodies caked with sweat and mud and a gun riveted to hands The clay and water were red not from the design of nature or a miracle for wine but by blood spilled for freedom Comrades carried brother the weight of flesh never as heavy as the burden of the memory carried of watching life slip away We raise walls with names Dates of life. Touching stone with hand the cold reality sends shivers to bone That freedom came with a price. I stand, and salute the fallen. I raise voice and pledge allegiance I kneel, and offer thanks That I too, am free. William Dawes November 10, 2000 © Copyright 2000 1st Poet Inc. Written October 10th, 2000 © on Nov 25 2001 07:36 PM PST 0 • 10
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