Patriot's Shroud


Wrap him in a field of blue
With fifty stars to crown him
Let thirteen stripes of red and white
In quiet death surround him

Old Glory let him rest his head
Upon your starry field
All through the night, in desparate fight
Your banner was his shield

His soldier's cry that rallied forth
Now muted cannot tell
With shining eyes, not pleading cries
Beneath you shadow fell

Now wrapped up in your field of blue
Your fifty stars have crowned him
Under foreign skies, your soldier lies
With stars and stripes around him.

Michelle Mikacevich



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