RED DEEPER THAN THE ROSE

RED DEEPER THAN THE ROSE

Blood red of a rose, a beautiful thing.
The blood spilled in a war fought for freedom,
Different yet the same color again,
Life has its time, we hope it will blossom,
Soldiers on battlefields count off the days,
At times they move fast, other times they drag,
Thoughts of their families so far away
Makes them dig deeper have pride in their flag,
The wind stirs it gently over their head,
They remember others wounded and lost,
Know why in the flag is the color red.
Far too much blood red - way too high the cost.
Now with a promise this poem I will close,
To not forget red - deeper than the rose.

8/9/07