Sunday, May 28, 2017

Memorial

Draped in red white and blue
  




Salute!!!


I salute all those whose life was lost 
On this shore Continental called
States Of  America
After or before battle 

































Revolution was not airy 
Musket balls, Caissons carried 
Marching troops over hills, through praries
The sounds of blackened feet
Drums beat
No retreat

We were there weren't we Crispus?
If you could speak today

Page by page, lines one by one
History Books could tell
The farmers son, the widows
The wife, no more berries
 Left to bare the weight of the juice

Your choice I reckon would be
The Truth
We were everywhere 
Standing tall until the fall

Sliding on their belly 
On some hill
Sandy beach numbers 354
Blood shed, Massachusetts red









                                                                                                                                          
They say Dorie did not play
Oh no, no way, not that ill fitted day 
On that harbour, Pearls no where in sight
Just fight, 
Trained at home in Texas
Shooting squirrel and rabbits at night

It wasn't a row your boat kind of day 
Dedicated USS out West Virginia way








Not to be mistaken for weak ass men
Just ask
South Carolina, Tennessee Regiments
Companies A & B fighting
US Colored Troops 
Mustered in not out
Hankering to be free from tyranny
Thousands died










W.W.1 and W.W.11, Vietnam and Storm
Oh hell yes there was faithful Semper Fi
Buffalo Soldiers First Division Cav.
Bring us home was the cry
Tuskegee Reds

Ride on and Fly
Through the Airplanes of life
Adversities all the while
Marked we shall overcome 













Sketched and Etched 











Who answered the call
The Soldiers did
Solidly imprinted and fixed
Caught in the Vietnam Jungle 
In Nineteen Hundred Sixty Six
A California neighbor to all of of us
Brother Bruce's friends Jerry Thomas 



Henry Kuykendahl too



Rest in Peace