A Heroes Home Coming Poem by Stephen Morrow

A Heroes Home Coming



With muffled drum the drummer beats his requiem
Whilst pipers play their mournful tune
In deep respect for one taken so soon
As casket adorned in flowers bold
Try shielding the world from horrors untold
A silent throng with heads solemnly bowed
Cast tears of regret on to sovereign ground
Whilst women sob and grown men cry
As if a final lullaby.

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Stephen Morrow

Stephen Morrow

Guisborough England
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