Somewhere on a far distant lonely hill
A bugle's mournful sound fades away
Leaving the growing dark of night so shrill
The black blanket covering the dead where they lay
The war ended now over for the living
It is never over for the dead for as night falls
They fight again up in arms guns blazing
Hearing the whisper of their Officer's call
The endless battle that will not stop
For the dead must fight again each night
Looking for victory never reaching the mountaintop
Fading away again at the first dawns light
Night after long dark night they rise
Fighting the unwinnable battle of dread
Ragged figures can be seen as the moon shines
Every night they fight again for it is never over for the dead
Edwin J. Smith
The Old Cowboy Poet
Oct 1st 2015