Twenty-one Guns
The tour bus rumbles past
the quiet monuments to the fallen.
Shutters click as the tour guide
speaks the litany of the shrine,
that once was the Lee estate.
Now it is that hallowed ground
where solders come for that long rest.
The Quick rumble passed the carved stones
of the Dead, that once placed
boots of war on their feet.
Their soles now silent.
Now day-trippers take aim and fire.
Cameras, not rifles.
Pictures, not prisoners taken.
The bus stops. The microphone is silent.
To the left a horse pulls a caisson carrying a flag-draped box
That contains a name who once walked.
The warrior sent at our command.
The sightseer sees and falls silent
And hears the echo of guns.
Three volleys and then the mournful notes.
Boys became men
And men became names
And names became graves
Gone is the sun,
Day is done.
God is Nigh.
I’ve posted this poem before, but it seems right to repeat it.
Andrew
This is a good one. Very heartfelt.
Well, they’re all good ones but you know what I mean. It’s extra good. 🙂
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It’s one of my favorites.
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Beautifully expressed. I like the whole poem, but particularly the last stanza – simple and poignant.
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It is one of my favorites – even if I was the author.
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What a poignant and meaningful poem, Andrew. It’s very special.
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Thank you.
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Another outstanding poem, Andrew. So apropos.

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Thanks.
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Definitely right to re-post as we pause to remember.
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Doesn’t get better than this, Andrew. GP Cox over at Pacific Paratrooper has another great one–Just a Common Soldier (https://pacificparatrooper.wordpress.com/2019/05/27/memorial-day-2019/).
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That is a good one. I regularly read GP Cox, he does good things on his blog.
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