I just happened upon this stunningly beautiful song, written and sung by my old bandmate in Cheyenne, Chuck Foster. Well done, my friend. In the courthouse square, Neath the the sycamore tree A cannon guards a block of granite And a green bronze plaque to those who served passersby don’t give a dammit They built this town then went off to war Some came home while others were remembered And we honor them with a Walmart sale Each May and in November Names, only names, here lies their lasting fame Raised bronze letters in the Autumn rain Names, names Well they hose it down each election year A backdrop for the combat veterans And the wolves show up to shake their hands While the cameras re-elect them How much stone does a nation need How much bronze must we have inscripted Til folks rise up and understand We redefine our vital interests Names, only names, here lies their lasting fame Raised bronze letters in the Autumn rain Names, names Raised bronze letters in the Autumn rain Names, names.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 23:54:18 +0000
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