He arrived in Portsmouth, Ohio on Front Street,
He parked by the Murals, soon people would weep.
He got out in his Marine Dress Blues.
Where is he from? What is he going to do?
He marched, stopped by the Freedom Mural and turned.
All that watch have something to learn.
To support our troops, may we never swerve.
We owe a debt we can not repay to all that serve.
He came to attention, saluted and returned to his car,
He picked up his Bugle that could be heard so far.
He returned to the Mural as others have done,
But he started playing Taps in the burning sun.
People came to attention that walked on the street,
People in automobiles got out and many began to weep.
My friend Linda walked up, thanked him and blessed him,
Thankful he came.
His auto tag said Florida but he never gave a name.
He got in his auto, nodded and slowly drove away,
What was his secret, we can not really say.
Deicated to Billie Jewett who donates his time to play Taps at
memorials and dedications across the United States.
Lone Bugler Memorial Day 2005
