Gone But Not Forgotten

'Neath Maple trees on windswept knoll
By placid lake under winter's hold.
Near summer's garden of yesteryear.
The soldier stopped he had no fear.

This place that Kilmer knew so well.
Reached out it's leaves as if to tell.
Hush now child forget the past.
Give up your sorrow, you're home at last.

Saw lots of action that winter day.
People dying along the way.
Friends who shared their lives lay cold
Angels now each one and all.

Seasons come and seasons go.
War touched us once and now we're old
The life one lives brings weary sleep.
Brave warriors, my buds, God Rest in Peace.

Ted Siuta
unicorn777