Russell G. Robison

THE PATCH

In his search he found his friend
Who lay there with the dead
It was hard to recognize him
For the wound was to the head

He knew his friend because he wore
Some clothe from way back home
He’d once worked in a clothing store
And carefully had sewn

A simple little patch
But how he loved just what it said
‘Made in the USA’
A piece of cloth now stained with red

Some will never know what eyes
Have seen along the way
And all this soldier knows is
That this sight will always stay