Charles J. Ingerson

DAY IS DONE

Carefully the flag folded
the night watch is set
flurries of activity retreated
soon grave whispers let.

Hallowed ground is open
times and history the past
these all did once depend
their voices still ever last.

Day is done oft reminders
hardened veteran’s recall
so many terrible disasters
leaving the country in awe.

Each night I linger silent
listening to the rolls read
of soldiers ever resilient
now in reverence to be led.