Rabbit and Rose
The legends live on,
From Aztec Halls,
To Taliban walls,
Down Congressional halls.
Who knows,
Where God's love goes,
When incoming,
Turns seconds to hours.
Tours remain,
We return on planes,
To Mothers, Wives, Fathers,
Sons and daughters.
Other airlift planes,
Return heroes remains,
To bases for claims.
To tears of wives and daughters.
Cathedrals sing,
Church bells ring,
For Marines,
Who walk into peril.
Nothing remains,
Except legends and dreams,
Survivors and faces,
Of family, wives, sons, and daughters.