Faye Sizemore

OLD FELLAS

The hills of home stand high
To protect them I was ready to die
When I grew up, a soldier I became
That is how and why I became lame
In a battle I was injured long ago
Thus did begin my tale of woe
At the Soldiers Home it’s been said
Sometimes I have nightmares in my bed
I don’t remember any dreams
It’s really for the best it seems
What I remember is other’s screams
I have heard those of ol’ man Joe
He’s here; he has nowhere else to go
And then there’s my friend Bill
If he can keep us awake, he will
On crutches Johnny can go
Sometimes He thinks I am slow
We go down to the town square
Just to get us some morning air
We sit together so we won’t be alone
And admire the view of the hills of home