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Discussion in 'Creative Traditional' started by Terence, Jul 2, 2007.

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    The moist Virgin’an evening mist
    was cold and clammy on my skin
    as I stepped softly ‘tween the graves
    of gallant souls who laid within.

    With reverent humility
    I walked along through rank and file
    until a bench afforded rest -
    if only for a little while.

    A bugle blared and shots rang out
    as patriots fell to the ground.
    One piper led the foreign force
    and lent the air an eerie sound.

    The battles waged, the canons roared
    till freedoms course was truly set
    by those who gave their lives for me -
    a sacrifice I’ll ne’er forget.

    A steady drumbeat brought me back
    as daylight drifted into night.
    A family was here to mourn
    the loss of one who’d no more fight.

    They stood there, strong and resolute,
    while one more son was laid to rest -
    with honor folded in the flag
    his mother clasped to her proud chest.

    The sky then lit red, white and blue
    and as the fireworks died away
    a bugle played its last refrain -
    saluting Independence Day.

    Posted By Terence | Jul 2, 2007

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