JOHN BENJAMIN BIRD

 Taps for my first born

Sounding at dusk

My heart strings are torn

But bear it I must

He gave his life’s blood

That other’s might live

Tears come in a flood

No more can I give

He loved life so much

This fine son of mine

With his strong gentle touch

And his blue eye’s so kind

His heart sang with joy

Goodbye, Mom, he said

This big laughing boy

Just cannot be dead

His spirit still rides

On the waves of the deep

While the dark sweeping tides

Their vigil will keep

Peace resigns o’er our nation

Many lads coming home

With their many citations…..

But he cannot come.