" Taps "

“ Taps “



By Peter A. Todd 05/29/2010



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In gentle fields of green and rolling white

We pay homage to those who reside with God

Soldier of today and the past who fought the fight

Now their bodies interned to earth’s sod

With the sound of the Taps filling the air

Within the echo of the winds of time

The mourners weep and children stare

Seeking answers to their questions to find

Why must it be that we to loose so many we’ve loved

From the Demon’s treacherous acts of war

This reaching thought cut by the sound of taps

As above us the American eagle soars

Our Nations flags lowered to half staff

With its colors of red white and blue

Red represents the blood our soldiers shed

Just as the Son of God shed for all of you