The Day He Came Home           



                         There he stood,at the door

                         looking so cold and so forlorn

                         traveled for miles

                         worn to the bone

                         Grabbed him close
                         
                         heart to heart
 
                         Almost a year

                         that we did part

                         Leaving me with a newborn son

                         to wait and hope

                         for a safe return

                         His third tour of

                         boots on the ground

                         no time to call 

                         that he was back in town

                         So there he stood

                         at the door

                         my soldier had returned

                         safe, from the war

                       Elizabeth Ann McKie