Trembling has crept in to my bones
My young ones I need at home,
not placed in a flag draped box.
Please, no more names on a Wall.
Who will answer Freedoms Call?
My young ones are bound to go
because others have decreed it so.
The peace that we all seek
cannot be procured by the meek.
Pray, do enlist this old hand,
who can do no more but
wave the flag of our land.
This old head does think twice
for others must make the sacrifice.
Would that I could, take up the chase
instead of sending others in my place…
I think tis so easy to be brave,
when it is on others, war will rave.
©Copyright February 12, 2003 by Faye Sizemore