To the Fallen Soldier
by Elizabeth McBride
Across the state
they flew the flags
at half-mast
for you.
And rains washed
sorrow over your
sweet yesterdays
and our
tomorrows.
“Fallen” just
does not describe
a life lived far
above the rest,
in service to
the care of others
for ‘the good of all,’
a life that placed
the risk of loss
or even death
beneath the cause
of hope.
You never “fell.”
Now rightfully,
you soar.
Elizabeth McBride is a Fellow of the National Writing Project, an Amherst Writers and Artists Affiliate, and member of the Michigan Chapter of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. Ms. McBride’s poetry has been published in The Dunes Review, Third Wednesday, Seeding the Snow, Red River Review, and Scintilla.
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