Colin F. Jones


Now in my painful peace I do dream,
of conflicts past; of battle fields obscene.
Of comrades dying in the smoke and rain,
For there my heart will evermore remain.
Did I know it then that in sharing fate,
I would love them still at a future date,
When age had taken most memories away,
But none by time would their lives decay?
I’m prouder now than I have ever been,
And more clear now is my lifelong dream,
We fought together eager and so bold,
That I see more clearly now that I am old.
Sleep oh, brothers; sleep a peaceful sleep,
Immortalized in the teardrops that we weep.