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TAPS

April 9, 2016
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By Dahni

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TAPS

The True Origins of the beloved TAPS began in 1862. It was used by the armies of the North and adopted by those of the South, during the American Conflict of the States. Since that time and over time, it has been used by all branches of the military and familiar to everyone that has ever served or serves in the present now. It’s simple 24 note tones are recognized the world over as the song of the United States military and a wholly USA original. When it is played the world over, almost everyone the world over, know where it’s from.

It was a simple call to “lights out” that the “day was” done, to “go to sleep” and rest. It was and remains a peaceful and joyful sound. And even though it is played exactly the same at a funeral and takes on a more somber feeling, its message is still the same, “work is done with the setting sun and to sleep, whether temporal or yet lingering until, all are called home! Its message remains. The work of a soldier is always freedom and freedom is— NOT YET done.

On November 22nd, 1963, it was played for the fallen Commander and Chief, President John F. Kennedy. It was a cold day and cold can effect the buglers instrument. This buglar had to play when over 20 million people would hear. Whether the cold or nervousness or both played a part, the bugle ‘cracked’ a note. Now in folklore, that moment when the nation felt the sting it was as if freedom had been cracked. But like the Liberty Bell was cracked, freedom still rings, the bugler still plays, the bugle call out, rest now, your work is done for now, the day is done, gone the sun, but freedom is NOT YET done!!

TAPS (the lyrics)

The lyrics of TAPS can NOT be attributed to anyone with any authority. So, the original author remains, “unknown.” There are many versions and lines used for many purposes. What are the most common and most often used to accompany the bugler’s call are:

Day is done, gone the sun
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky
All is well, safely rest
God is nigh.

Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar, drawing near
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise for our days
Neath the sun, ‘neath the stars’, ‘neath the sky’
As we go, this we know
God is nigh.

Take your rest all you soldiers now and past. Take your rest in peace and for joy, for now the day is done, gone with the sun, your day is done and daily work is done, but your work of freedom is, NOT yet done!

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From me to You

April 9, 2016
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By Dahni

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Dedicated to: Every member of the Armed Services, your family and loved ones; to all those I know and those I do not (PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHO YOU ARE), and to all those that have already given— “their last ounce of devotion..”- Abraham Lincoln – ‘Gettysburg Address’

From me to YOU!

From me to YOU…

 

Nothing particular or some special day
Or noble, eloquent words ringing true
Just some thanks I hope, find their way
Coming from me to you

Yawp (loud harsh cry with every fiber of a being)

   To keep me free, you laid all down
   And died outside or still, inside
   To the memories that seek to drown
   To memories that always hide

   Memories that find their mark
   Haunting so, you always see
   Alone by day and in the dark
   That will NOT— make you free

Many chose to wear this cloth
Many forced against their will
To eat this porridge and drink this broth
But each the same purposed will

Many left, but they went with them still
And were with them there or here
Each of equal courage and strength of will
Succumbing to or surviving fear

Those that loved you or love you still
Equally served or serve
Shared or sharing, in all you spilt or spill
With equal vim and verve

For not just one, for me, but many
For freedom gained and given
All wore the cloth as any
And purchased what was forfeited, for the liven’

Yawp (loud harsh cry with every fiber of a being)

   To keep me free, you laid all down
   And died outside or still, inside
   To the memories that seek to drown
   To memories that always hide

   Memories that find their mark
   Haunting so, you always see
   Alone by day and in the dark
   That will NOT— make you free

And returning or if not
To tender loving thanks or despised
Each there or here, the same they’ve got
The reason for all, neither hidden— nor disguised

There is no difference among those that left
Or to those that were left behind
Returning or not, there is no theft
For all the same purpose— of heart, soul and mind

Formed to order, molded to honor, made to protect in all you         deploy
You’ve done and do your duty, from sea to shining sea
And memory, your captor, to seek you and destroy
Memory your captor that will NOT YET make you free

You are singular and you are plural
Not for only me your gift
All encompassing purpose— neural
Uncompromising, neither shifting nor to drift

Yawp (loud harsh cry with every fiber of a being)

   To keep me free, you laid all down
   And died outside or still, inside
   To the memories that seek to drown
   To memories that always hide

   Memories that find their mark
   Haunting so, you always see
   Alone by day and in the dark
   That will NOT— make you free

You died or daily die that I still— live free
What daily thanks could I ever offer enough, while I live free             and you died or daily die
What could I ever do, for You— from me?
For I live free and you died or daily do, in memory shed, you cry

My humble, daily thanks— falls and fails, even should, I never          forget
Your memory destroying or is your captor— even still
For freedom for me, but for you, it finds You— NOT YET
Dead or dying— remains your strength of will

Yawp (loud harsh cry with every fiber of a being)

   To keep me free, you laid all down
   And died outside or still, inside
   To the memories that seek to drown
   To memories that always hide

   Memories that find their mark
   Haunting so, you always see
   Alone by day and in the dark
   That will NOT— make you free

It’s not in me to give freedom or life that You may freely live
There must be a greater power, so for you, to Him— my humble       prayer
For you, what is Only in— His power to give
That He would make you free and all that is life — in you to                share

And so this ends, with only the best that I can do
I live FREE, from the rising to rising; from the set to setting sun
All my thanks from me to you
For YOU KNOW, that freedom, ever reminding is—

NOT YET done!

From me to YOU i will!

…From me to YOU i will!!!

 

from the collection: Sing in the Key of Me
by the same author © 2015, all rights reserved

Note: This poem is a response to and was inspired by, the song ‘I see the Rain,’ written over 40 years ago, by Jim Moore, the father of Aleisha Moore (Pink). see: https://youtu.be/WMd36UaTcQs