Colin F. Jones
Tis an endless wall, that monument,
built for the soldiers who have died:
Who went away to battle
filled with a bold and eager pride.
Tis a monument for millions
throughout the span of time,
From battles of the distant past,
to future battles etched in rhyme.
The names, much like in uniform,
formed up in line and row,
Have all one thing in common
as their ranks forever grow;
All were brave young heroes
the future will not know.
©Copyright February 20, 2005 by Colin F. Jones