A somber voice silences, leaving no sound
Save that of a faint few windswept leaves
Until there came the sound of a bugle refrain
Which, slowly drifted into a quiet silence
Disturbed by the soft echoes of those bugle notes.
As these faded, a sudden sharp command
Gives voice to three sharp blasts.
Military men standing by, firing salute,
Say good-bye to a fallen comrade.
Two soldiers gather the flag
From the long box it had covered
Fold it neatly into its standard triangle.
The lieutenant, solemnly, now places it
Onto the lap of a frail, white-haired lady.
She barely notices his snappy salute.
Sons, daughters, and family friends are gathered
Around to offer their love and support,
Each knowing of the inner pain she hides.
Suddenly, as if on a mysterious signal,
A single shaft of sunlight strikes
And soft breezes ruffle the leaves,
Creating a sound that seems to say,
“Mom, it is so peaceful here.”
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