Faye Sizemore


Brave soldiers, no mistake
I stand in the peace of your wake
Your service for us was great
You fought on even though you did tire
Though your brothers were being heaped
in battle upon the funeral pyre

There were those that fought with no care
Where they went, only the bravest would dare
Your steps though tired did not falter
All I can offer are these words of thanks
Just a sacrifice of grateful thoughts
Placed here upon this paper altar