With disjointed weeping
his family gathered
to say grief-stricken farewells.
In deepening vision, distance animated,
celestial clarity and peace.
Concord met, with light and virtue,
they stood, row by row.
Lost comrades, brothers-in-arms,
to welcome their officer home.
In striking warmth, with open arms,
his battle done, his conflict won,
“Stand at ease lads, Stand at ease”.
© Phen Weston 2015