Beneath A Soldier's Grave Poem by Randy McClave

Beneath a soldiers grave I do lay
As I still wait for my judgment day,
And so do other soldiers who have died
Placed underground where many have cried;
And for our souls, many still pray.

We all were soldiers one and all
And for our country we all did fall,
Now we wait for our judgement, never would we hide.
Beneath a soldier's grave.

Our deaths are now a holiday
We died, democracy and freedom we would not betray,
On judgment's train we all did ride
Where honor and vigilance was our guide,
Now we wait to pass through heavens archway.
Beneath a soldier's grave.

Randy L. McClave