We remember

Cobblestone Road Image by Mary Ellen Ecklund

Thank you to our brave men and women and thank you to one of our loyal readers for sharing this poem with us.

We salute you all.......

Cobblestone Road
by Ray Ecklund

The old men saluted, young girls smiled and they waved
As we marched out of town on that sunny Spring day
We held our chins up, just seventeen years old
As we took our first steps on that cobblestone road

We left to serve our nation, to fight our country’s wars
We went to fill our duty on those foreign shores
We left all that we knew, our family and our homes
That day we took our first steps on that cobblestone road

We met those young boys with the same fear in their eyes
We knew that some would live that day and some of us would die
We knew that somewhere a boy’s momma would cry
Along the cobblestone road

We buried our brothers in the fields right where they lay
We gathered together and bowed our heads to pray
We said a blessing for their eternal soul
Then we marched on down that cobblestone road

We marched over mountains and valleys far below
We marched through the summer heat and the winter snows
We continued ever onward, even though
We could see no end to that cobblestone road

We collected our medals and stripes upon our sleeve
Fighting for our country and the things that we believe
We brothers have traveled to every corner of this globe
Since we took those first steps on that cobblestone road

We have seen many a trouble and killed many a men
They say that you can never go home again
We carry that burden so our loved ones will never know
The pain of the march on that cobblestone road

We  long for our home valley and the chapel on the hill
We wonder if there is a candle burning there still
For those young men from so long ago
Who marched out of town on that cobblestone road

Remember them