My Promise
By Guy Jones
As the sun sets in
the darken sky I see a column of dark uniform figures marching off to the
distant land of never ending peace and love.
As the sun sets in the darken sky I see the faces of old friends from my boyhood
slapping each other on the back and talking about how their fight was over for
them.
As the sun sets in the darken sky I hear the sounds of their marching feet
echoing across the land but not the sound of cannons.
As the sun sets in the darken sky I hear the voices of those who march off to
the distant land calling to one another.
As the sun sets in the darken sky I hear them say do not weep for us for our
pain is over with now and we go to our God in peace.
As the sun sets in the darken sky I hear them say tell our love one’s we are
sorry we could not say goodbye but we still love them and we will hold them in
our hearts.
As the sun passes over the horizon the image of those marching men pass from the
sight of my eyes but not the words they said which I hold onto and the memory of
each and every one of them. I whisper back to them I will pass on your words to
all who will hear them from me. This I promise to all of you as long as I live.
Farewell my friends, farewell.
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