Tuesday, June 22, 2010


Flags blow
In a breeze wet with tears
A fallen soldier
Returning to his home
Son, brother, friend
Too young, they whisper
As they stand in his honor
Along the streets
Saluting the freedom and the fight
That he stood for
As the motorcade passes by
A life lost on sands
A war a world away
But Iowa soil
Will bury him today