The Tear Drops Of Hero's Poem by Timothy Long

the tears were spilled by many, for it was a stormy april day, the soilder weeped as the rain has come, their muddy uniforms were clear with sorrow, their onimous tears droped with thundering views of horrible lives, the dead had come to be buried while the survivors darkened souls shake in their roots, the drops are from thy faces not the rain, so as the dead are being lowered in the ground, the soilders bowed for the fallen in spontanoius fashion, so the throbbing vein of sadness finally popped as a great man came up and said, the hero's didn't die in vain, they have fought in hero's spirit, so the life of holy spirits has been lifted to heaven instead of hell, so as my war is coming to a end, i say to the world today this is were the tear drops of hero's were shed, the soilders just clapped for their leader, mr. lincoln was just in tow for the memorial, when the rain had stopped and the sun shined on the graves, the hero's are in gods hand.