| Taps |  |
| Taps the most beautiful bugle call,
known as the most eloquent of all.
Not only to signal the day is done,
but to say good-bye,
to a comrade, brother or son.
A melody so hauntingly profound,
a piercing yet peaceful sound.
Sounded over every soldiers grave,
to honor those who were so brave.
Soldiers raise their hands to their caps,
saluting the fallen as the bugler plays Taps.
Rifles are fired into the sky,
to say farewell to another American G.I.
Listening to the bugle play,
reminds us of the price they had to pay.
The sound is bitter sweet,
letting go of a hero,
to someday again meet.
Nothing is more touching perhaps,
or can render emotion like the call of Taps.
You can hear the bugle weep,
where men of valor sleep.
Tears from a bugle fall,
as Taps is played,
for the heroes who gave their all. | By Jamie Badour
Copyright 2007
Listed July 17, 2007 |
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