Gun, Hat, and Boots
Your gun, hat and boots
stacked up to stay,
you gave yourself
to make me safe.
You went to war
to make it right,
you thought you could end
all the plight.
You prayed to our God
to keep you intact,
reading and writing
to help you distract.
Other men would go out
drink and buy women,
while you lay on your cot
the good little Christian.
Little did they know
how it would matter in the end,
when the gunfire and cannons
would start to deafen.
Your gun, hat and boots
stacked next to your grave
I am more than thankful
for all that you gave.
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