“Taps”
-- by Joseph C. Dorffner, Sr. - Copyrigght 2000 --
If ever was a sound I heard,
that put my mind to test.
It surely be the bugle call,
that put us to nightly rest.
It is the call played softly,
and slowly in its beat.
A tribute to fallen brothers,
killed in battle and retreat.
They the fallen sons and brothers,
daughters and sisters as well.
Died on the field and after,
knew war and all its hell.
Written by a Union soldier,
Norton, if memory serves right.
Played at service funerals,
its grip to hold you tight.
What greater tribute to a man,
than taps and rifles shot.
That he served his country well,
now rests in yonder plot.