SILVER WINGS

Silver wings pinned on his chest,

those who saw knew he was Americas best.

The honor guard stood at attention nearby,

as tears ran down from the mothers eyes.

Shots rang out and sounded like one,

but if you count there was 21. In the back

taps were played, as our flag flew high in

the wind it swayed. The mother clinch tightly

in her hand, the green beret of this man.