The young kids have become older, <br />The war stands at our feet, <br />The young kids in their shiny shoes, Get ready to face the heat, <br />The shores once yellow shining, <br />Now stained blood red from youth, <br />Our warriors all dying, <br />For Justice Love and Truth, <br />All their loved ones mourn them, <br />As soldiers of all creeds, <br />With joy they heard the battle cry, And couragous faced the deed. <br />Alas our brave and weary, <br />If they returned at all, <br />Returned with scars a many, <br />of watching good friends fall, <br />In fondness and in sorrow, <br />We remember one and all, <br />Who left the shores alive or dead, After answering THE CALL<br /><br />nikki hays<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-15/
