Colin F. Jones


I see one blessed with inner peace
Who will not let the memory die
Of all those soldiers now deceased
That life be rich for you and I
I see one using what he contains
To add a loveliness to our minds
Reviving wonderment through our veins
Of a many varied joyful kinds
And all those soldiers laid to rest
Where ere they are in soil or air
Will know though absent from the nest
That love from Ed is everywhere
That while such love redeems the cost
It finds the hearts of all those lost

Author’s Note: For Edgar A. “Ed” Timean