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Mar 2013
The sad roll of
far off drums has faded.
Caskets have been lowered
At last,
May They Rest.

The blood soaked ground
may dry
The sounds of cannon fire
may cease
At last,
May They Rest.

May their spirits
live on
as their bodies
lay silent.

At last,
May They Rest.

After witnessing it all
and living on
Their spirits wander lost
through lands they once knew.

At last.
May
They
Rest.
I visited Gettysburg battle field and this is what came to mind. It applies to every war too, I guess.
Corina Helm
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Corina Helm  Wyoming
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