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South by Southwest
Poems
Jan 2016
I Played Taps
Twenty-four notes
Eight lines of three
With my silver trumpet
I bade farewell to thee
The sky was blue
The air was (so) cold
The flag was presented
After the fold
Soldiers from every branch
Stood at attention
Raised their rifles and fired
As it was standard convention
That's when I played taps
The ancient rendition
Not a sound could be heard
Storied conviction
I played taps
With a silver trumpet
On a cold day in January
And I can't forget it
January 1970
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Trussville , Alabama
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