Homecoming 5/25/15

It was a cold night so long ago,
I walked through the crowds on the street,
The cold didn't matter, the wind could blow,
Nothing could make me retreat.
I stood there; I watched; I waited,
'Til the sound of the sirens blared,
Down the road they came, celebrated,
"We're home," the sirens declared.
Then came the flashes to lighten the night,
Then came the red, white and blue,
There was never a more beautiful sight,
Than when the buses first came into view.
The first of the soldiers were finally here,
We clapped and waved and we cried,
Every bus, every soldier received our good cheer,
Our hearts filled with love and with pride.
Walking home in the dark, it was then that I knew,
That soon it would be my turn,
To watch the buses come into view,
Signaling my soldier's return.

TLA 5/25/15