H e a r t s o n g s
P O E T R Y
CRONIES
In memory of Lyman D. Hall, my grandfather Oct.29, 1924 - Feb. 7, 2004

The grey haired men gather at the table
They laugh and visit over cups of coffee
Years ago when they were all young
In wars, they fought for you and me
Now they jest and tease the youngsters
Flirting with the girls nearby
But they mean no harm, it’s all in fun
As they reminice about years gone by
But today one of their own is missing
Today there is an empty seat
The word comes, he won’t be coming back
Silently, they rise to their feet
They salute their comrade and brother
Taps plays as their tears fall
One by one, they will all join him
As they wait for the Lord’s final call

Copyright ©2005  Leah Hall Slootweg



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