The flag fluttered in the breeze
Half-mast it stood alone
A silent gesture
To welcome a fallen hero coming
home.
The name was not important
Or how he passed away
He had given his life
That was all that we
needed to say.
As the coffin passed down the street
Past the park where he had played
Up to the towns cemetery
To where he would be laid.
Old soldiers saluted
Others their head bowed in prayer
Wondering why him
And how life seemed so unfair.
How could God let this happen
Many wondered aloud
For he was a fine young man
Of which the town was proud.
But there are no easy answers
Especially in this day in age
All that we can do
Is simply turn the page.

(c)2009 T. LaFountain