Faye Sizemore


It was a long time ago
But faithfully I do go

To the cemetery at the top of the hill
All these years I am drawn there still

My friend, I can only visit your grave
I came home but your all you gave

We went so alive, side-by-side
And here in death now you bide

I remember your last scene

Engraved in my memory
As a ever waking dream

I still can hear you calling

Though the leaves of autumn
have thirty years been falling

The winter snows of the years

Though heavy as they were
have not hidden my tears

And so it will be in thirty more

I can never forget my friend lost to war
Who died on a distant shore

For Brother, brotherhood was never a chore