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The Precession

Contributed by tifrob on Tuesday, 29th June 2004 @ 02:41:15 AM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems

SAD... SAD... NEWS...
President Reagan has died,
Ten years of Alzheimer’s,
Yet, his wife was at his side.

Silence... Solitude...
It is comfortable and right,
For the thousands of mourners,
Who come to bid him goodnight.

A flag draped coffin...
His body inside,
As he laid-in-waiting,
For his country’s goodbye.

Guarded by the military,
Even in death he did glow,
Respect given in honor,
The love he’ll never know.

His body is moved...
In order to share,
For this man was loved,
A president who cared.

D.C. awaited...
Their Commander and Chief,
As the horse drawn carriage,
Crept through the streets.

The Riderless Horse...
With backward boots,
Surrounded by servicemen,
Their ultimate salute.

Twenty - one planes...
Soar in the sky,
One veers off,
As if he had died.

Ascending the steps...
Being carried by men
To the Capitol Rotunda,
For a farewell from friends.

Heart felt Words...
A prayer or two,
A family and nation,
Bid him ado.

A national funeral...
America’s eulogy,
For a favored president,
Millions watched on TV.

After Laying In State...
His duty did end,
To this great nation,
He called friend.

America too...
Shed a tear,
For a President,
She held so dear.

He helped her up...
Balanced her stand,
Gave her pride,
By holding her hand.

So America returned...
This family man,
To the wife who adored him,
For his final plans.

“God Bless and Keep you...
And thank you dear sir,
We’ll watch over your love,
Untill you’re with her.”

President Ronald Wilson Reagan
February 6, 1911
June 5, 2004

Copyright Â© tifrob ... [ 2004-06-29 02:41:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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