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| Photograph by J. Trent |
Taps
By John Trent
Along the marsh and muddy tides
Stands proud a fortress on Ashley’s banks
Scarred oaken sentry’s parade the green
As Padgett salutes Old Glory’s retreat
An unhurried moon drifts a sultry sea
Illuminating the phantoms of our battles past
The cadence of time is measured and slow
Bright lanterns go dark to honor life’s foe
Silhouettes play a past soldier’s notes
Echoes of sadness invade the grey walls
In haunting silence grief's melody fades
Stands proud a fortress on Ashley’s banks
Scarred oaken sentry’s parade the green
As Padgett salutes Old Glory’s retreat
An unhurried moon drifts a sultry sea
Illuminating the phantoms of our battles past
The cadence of time is measured and slow
Bright lanterns go dark to honor life’s foe
Silhouettes play a past soldier’s notes
Echoes of sadness invade the grey walls
In haunting silence grief's melody fades
Youth's armor pierced as death pervades
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