TAPS


Taps

Alone upon a windswept hill
I single bugler stands
A song of solace in his heart
His horn held in his hands

Day is done, gone the sun
The mournful notes he blows
From the lakes, from the hills
From the sky, the lyric goes

You cannot hear it and forget
Those for whom it’s meant
You cannot help but shed a tear
For those to whom it’s sent

The haunting sound that says goodnight
Also says goodbye
Calling the fallen to their rest
They’re safe now, God is nigh

In tribute to all our veterans

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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1 Response to TAPS

  1. splitspeak says:

    May the heroes RIP. A lovely tribute.

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