Monday, October 15, 2007

The Warrior

And let me tell you of another time,
And a man who was a friend of mine,
I celebrate his life in words and rhyme,
Yet still he lives in this heart of mine.

You know him not as he lies in this plot,
In Texas neath no flowers or forget-me-nots,
A dry wind above him blows,
And a government marker is all that shows.

A grateful nation his name has forgot,
Only a few of us still visit this hallowed spot,
A true warrior lies in this dusty plot,
For our freedom he gave such a lot.

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