Bagpipes Crying

Stumbled across an old green box in my grandfather's house
Inside was a cross, some old dog tags
And a picture from when he was shipping out
So I showed it to him and said, " Tell me about those days"


When he looked inside, he closed his eyes, and all he could say was
"I hear bagpipes crying Amazing Grace,
Omaha Beach and her crashing waves
Old Glory draped like Heaven's mercy over the fallen sons

I see all the heroes who were willing to fight
In the name of freedom, laying down their lives
And praying God's grace would keep us safe from harm
Until they brought us boys back home".

Those words to a girl that became a woman
Now I'm ankle deep in this Persian sand
And everyday I'm giving all I can
Because I'm damn proud to be an American.

Yeah, I've made some friends and I've lost some too
When I think about what they gave for me and you.

I hear those bagpipes crying Amazing Grace
Tears rolling down a mother's face
Old Glory draped like Heaven's mercy over the fallen sons

And praying God's grace would keep you safe from harm
Until they bring you boys back home.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
The memory of finding my grandfather's old foot locker, my service during Operation Desert Storm and a tribute to those who have served and to those still serving.

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Comments (4)

Fellsman
Beautiful, poignant, educational and cathartic...

A very moving read, Mary.

Bill hug
Macduff5
A nice blend of patriotism and reflection for the fallen. Well done.
Oh yes, Mary I checked that site you sent me about your outlaw ancester. Fascinating stuff, it would make a good film script.
cheers
Ladybee42
This is a very moving piece ROS, you should be
proud to belong to such a tradition - such a
very special brotherhood.

thumbs up bouquet bouquet
gnj4u
Hi, ReaderOfSouls,
My heart is always heavy with the daily sacrifices, as well as the ultimate sacrifice of life, made by our military service men and women at home and around the world. Sounds of taps will now be joined by bagpipes crying Amazing Grace as the part of the high price of peace. Thank you - for the poem and the service to our country. May we honor these sacrifices by living for peace and justice.
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