A solitary tree stands on the hill

It has stood for all time. It stands still.

Its bark scarred. Its branches bare.

The weary warrior will find slumber there.

He drops his gear. He’ll close his eyes.

He’ll just rest here until the others arrive.

For shed no tears. He did not die.

He’s feasting in the halls of Valhalla

telling warriors tales and brothers lies.

Dedicated to Command Sargent Major Michael J. Deeb

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3 Responses to Warrior

  1. Kim says:

    Awesome tribute!

  2. Absolutely beautiful and your delivery of it at Uncle Mike’s funeral was riveting.

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