All is well

There are those who stand.

And there are those who stand grand.

For they risk life and liberty.

For this proud land.

The land of the free.

The home of the brave.

Still Old Glory upon her waves.

This day we pray.

For those who have gone away.

For in Gods Glory they now stay.

In times of battle.

In times of peace.

These gallant Warriors who now sleep.

Did boldly defend the weak.

It was not for glory they did seek.

But lowly and meek for the cause of peace.

Now to their Maker they have gone to meet.

If you could hear these ones so dear.

You should not fear or shed a tear.

For from them you may hear.

How goes the country I hold dear?

Does she stand majestic undaunted by fear?

Does Old Glory fly, as tear flow in proud eyes?

As they did before I died?

Does liberty beam, within man chest as I now rest?

Then play once more with all your best.

That beautiful song that laid me to rest.

And through the everlasting years.

May I again and always hear.

All is well! My friend All is well

©                  7/26/02                Robert (Standing Eagle Plume) Jacobs