TEARS OF RED

Tears of red, stain our faces
in distant lands in hometown places
soaking deep into this Earth's core
bloodshed remembered forever and more

Seed's now to flourish, making us grow
roots of our soldiers, growing strong, growing slow
from a blade of grass to a full grown tree,
memorial markers for all to grieve

Red skies of night, a single red rose
as the pages turn, in a book that won't close
From a new born child, to a salty old Vet
flowing together from blood and sweat

Tears of Red are cried on all sides
like ponds on a chess board, on others they rely
who is to say who's right, who's wrong;
with the right leaders, all might get along

No final chapter, in these pages without end
each land has it's soldiers, never to bend
generations to come will make their stand
to preserve the freedom of their great land

©Copyright August 2003 by Charles E. Preston