Taps

We hear it at military furnerals, Its heard daily on base, Written by a commanding officer, Southern after a terrific tragic engagement, Fallen strewn across a field, Various stages of dying, Can you see it! Can you smell the cannon smoke, Air enveloping all smells, All boys crying crying out Momma, The high ranking office,Continue reading “Taps”

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