I see the line of soldiers marching towards the fence <br />With all the vim and vigor of men in their prime <br />Moving on the double quick. <br />Yet they walk right past me <br />Without batting a single eye <br />It's as if I wasn't there; <br />For I wasn't, in their time. <br />As they move away, I think I see, <br />One single man turn back. <br />He raises his hand in smart salute. <br />I start. <br />He has the face of my father. <br />A tie of blood, remembered, <br />From a man died long ago. <br />From a span of over a century <br />I bow my head in silent prayer, <br />For the soul of a man I knew in the shadows of an eerie night<br /><br />Megan Lacey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tie-of-blood-remembered/
