Rhymes of the Heart

His Epitaph

Taps played what a lonesome sound
In this peaceful field of stone
Where we laid your body down
A greater sadness we've never known

Then came the retort of gunfire
A salute to honor you
And a flag neatly folded
America's red white and blue

Goodbye our son our brother
You're released from Earthly strife
To join the ranks with Jesus
And start a brand new life

Our tears they fall like rain
Upon this hallowed ground
As we stand beneath this awning
You're soul is Heaven bound

Every memory will be cherished
Every ounce of love held dear
And until we meet again
Our hearts will persevere

Goodbye our son our brother
We love you and God speed
Our Preston's now in Heaven
Let his epitaph now read

By Deb/nana5

In Loving memory of
Preston Owens
































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