We Are All The Patriot Guard

By Milton E. McKinney ©

aka  Breaktrack.


 

Honoring one of our heroes today, who left family and friends so dear,

Died in a war zone doing her job a long, long way from here.

The honor guard is standing tall, the flag draped ever so right.

A long, long day of mourning will be followed by a long, long night.

 

Riders appear from near and far, so final respects can be paid,

To stand up tall and silent, where a heroes’ remains are laid.

The cemetery is so, so quiet, hardly a sound do you hear,

Till the guns go off, and Taps is played, to more than a single tear.

 

Then you hear the biker coming, from way off down the road

His bike has a sound, the typical one; his pipes are loud and low.

You’re not sure if he’s one of ours, so late and riding hard,

You hope it’s not, it won’t be right, please not a Patriot Guard!

 

With all your heart you wish you could rush out and slow him down,

Find him another way to go, some way to go around.

You just know we’re going to look bad when that noise moves up the hill,

You’ve worked so hard to make things right but now it’s all for nil.

 

Then something happens, something has changed, you can feel it in your heart,

The sound of the throttle turning down, and your worries coming apart.

The rider sees the honor there, the tribute and the grief,

And adds respect by coasting by, as silent as a thief.

 

That unknown biker makes it by and throttles up once more,

But gently he accelerates; he knows what we’re here for.

He’s shown us we are not the only ones who show respect,

We’re all Patriot Guard Riders, just not all members yet.

 

So stand up tall and silent all you riders every where,

We’ve got a long, long way to go, a lot of road to share.

Many days to stand like this, though it’s hard to comprehend,

We’ll be here again, together like this, many times before the end

 

So be like that one lone biker, throttle back and slow way down,

Spend just a little time if you will and throw some respect around,

For our warriors are out there protecting us all, keeping us safe at night,

And paying respect, and honoring them, is the only thing that’s right.

 

Copy right ©2006 by Milton McKinney