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C.E. Skilling

Johnny Boy

Weep no more for the solider
       he has found eternal rest
       deep within the Earth
       by the tree at the hills crest

Did you seek the hidden truth
       within his letters and more
       only to find the postman
       as he made his way to your door

Seek the truth no longer
       it has lost itself in the fray
       his breath was given over for you
       that you might smile this very day

I hear the muted cries of the dead
       and attest to their needs
       along with this silent salute
       there is pride in remembering their deeds

I hear a song from the knoll
       sung softly, as if to waken none
       enchanting as a mothers lullaby
       a final gift to a sleeping son

Remember me my Johnny
       as you wade the river there
       know that I will watch for you
       till you come to the foot of Jacobs' stair

Then wave you arm dear Johnny
       and shout a shout of joy
       for I will finally find my rest
       when I see your smile, my Johnny boy.