A few words from Jay: Welcome Home to the Fallen...

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Welcome Home to the Fallen...

I was standing in yet another flag line honoring a fallen warrior who was to buried at the Black Hills National Cemetery in South Dakota. A thought entered my mind about how the many, many other warriors already here of how or what they would say to the newly arrived... The following poem was the result of my thoughts...

Welcome Home
by jay wilson ©2009

Welcome home my heroic young soldier
I want you to know you’re not alone
You gave your all our young warrior
We want to say welcome home

Welcome home my fearless young Marine
I want you to know you’re not alone
You gave your all our young warrior
We want to yell welcome home

Welcome home my brave young sailor
I want you to know you’re not alone
You gave your all our young warrior
We want to shout welcome home

Welcome home my gallant young airman
I want you to know you’re not alone
You gave your all our young warrior
We want to cry welcome home

We were with you when you fell in battle
Now you join our fallen, you’re not alone

You lie among many fellow warriors
And we all say, welcome home

Doesn’t matter if it were a war in the pacific
Or from any other of the wars we’ve known
We are warriors, died loving our country
Now it’s time to rest; welcome home

1 comment:

QuiltluverNovember 8, 2009 at 12:19 PM
Beautiful poem. Thank you. Karen
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This is the write-up that is included in the back of my novels. I will use it as my `writer profile'. ..................... Jay Wilson has lived life experiencing it from many different vocations, places, and adventures. He is truly a person who has tasted life. His interests are as vast as his adventures. His manner is shaped from his jobs in law enforcement, home business, truck driver, waterworks field manager, living historian, teacher, lecturer, U.S. Marine, EMS, curator of museums, newspaper columnist, artist model, gas attendant, ditch digger, videos & commercial spots, concrete contractor, Daycare, and now author. Jay’s writing is not a new thing. He started his career writing poems at the age of nine penning a poem entitled My Flea which earned him a First Place Award in a city wide contest. Encouraged, he has gone on to create over one thousand poems, or as he prefers to call them Songs without Music. He also has been writing short stories since he was in Middle School and he continues today. They include stories about love, hate, fear, prejudices, life and hopes. He says his stories are about real life and people’s dreams. He draws on his experiences in his life to add the realism to his stories and poems. He has authored 1,500+ columns and articles for five different Newspapers in Texas. Many of his stories have realism due to his interest in History. He once lived in a Living History Museum for five years, working as the Curator. He and his family lived history on a day to day basis. When he writes about the cold and hardships, he and his family know first hand due to living in canvas tents and log cabins to face the hot Texas heat as well as the cold winters. A rainstorm once washed Jay’s shoes out of their tent. His wife, Molly was once quoted as saying, “You can sweep a dirt floor all you want. When you get through, it’s still a dirt floor”. She would know! Jay says she is his inspiration to write. Married in Texas in 1973, he and his wife relocated to the Black Hills of South Dakota, near Rapid City. But alas, she passed away after 38 years of marriage. Jay still writes but now life is just `one day at a time'. He (I) now carry on without my best friend at my side.