May God bless you and your...
The Colonel
The old soldier lies still, cold.
Bedecked in blue honor.
As a tarnished, worn medal.
The Colonel has fallen. The riderless horse stomps his hoof.
Duty has suffocated the beauty of his moral grace.
Honor has swallowed his virtuous strength.
Courage has felled his brave resolve.
The Colonel has fallen. The gun salute shatters the quiet.
Yet, he still commands, still, in silence.
Resolute, unyielding, determined.
Such sad...
Rachel Rusinko
May 22, 2014