For we, who are old, the guns still roar.

And long forgotten, young voices call.

We, still live the years of mighty deeds.

And grieve for our fallen, our wounded bleed.

Who will ring the Bell of Freedoms song?

When we are gone? When we are gone?

Brian Guy.

Sapper! Veteran! Old Buffer!

For we, who are old, the guns still roar.

And long forgotten, young voices call.

 

We, still live the years of mighty deeds.

And grieve for our fallen, our wounded bleed.

 

Who will ring the Bell of Freedoms song?

When we are gone? When we are gone?

 

Brian Guy.

Sapper! Veteran! Old Buffer!

for we who are old,

AMEN-AMEN-AMEN--rocky

Oh Moose...

 

I have made you feel betrayed

 

An now you are so lost

 

I have hurt my dear, dear friend

 

And lordy what a cost

 

But weep no more my bipedal friend

 

For in my house you'll find

 

A calendar with moose galore

 

To always keep in mind

 

Marion,

I have dubbed thee Poet Laureate of the 6th Corp website. I wanted to write a poem for Rocky but couldnt come up with a rhyme for squirrel.....