Lou J. Klaiber
TOUCH ME…
Touch my name, Brother,
and remember our youth
gone to war.
Touch me
as you did long ago
… as I died.
Touch me here upon this wall.
Touch
my name
carved forever in stone.
Touch my name Brother
… and touch your heart with pride.
Ride on my friend.
… just ride.
©Copyright January 14, 2003 by Lou J. Klaiber