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The Rusty Marine To his country, his allegiance was raised. He served in war to honor and protect, While in battle, he did not defect.
Through foxholes, trenches, gunfire and hell, His honor and pride never fell. For in his heart, his faith was strong, And yet for home, he did long.
Our great land protects the free, For this he fought; for you and me.
Now he sits, tired, and worn, For his youth, he does mourn. Because it ran so quickly by, He often thinks, “how time did fly,”
Then he dons his old dress blues, And in his spirit, a change of hues. He straightens up and stands with pride, His great honor, he cannot hide.
The memories come, pile upon heap. A single tear falls from his eye, As he whispers, “Semper Fi”. Jennifer Wallace, 1992 |
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