by Stanley William Brian, 1971.
Often at night when sleep is nigh
My thoughts wander, and I stand by
A place I knew long ago
And see there a man I used to know
Lifeless, on the blood stained snow.
A prison camp, this awful place
And there within, a populace
Of men. Each one a prisoner like me
one with thoughts of family
Of home and friends, of Liberty.
Among this throng there was one man
Who, when imprisonment began
Vowed to us, "I will never stay
Inside this camp. I will get away
Or Death be the price that I will pay."
Throughout the day inside the wire
With heart and mind filled with one desire
He would walk, and plot and scheme
Till at end of day it must surely seem
'There is no way. 'Tis just a dream.'
Then one night a shout was heard
Then a shot, then the cry of a bird.
I thought of this man and heard him say
"I vow to you all I will never stay
Inside this camp. I will get away."
I saw him next morning stretched out - Dead
A blanket hiding his wounded head.
The snow at his side stained with fallen blood
And nearby a coffin of rough hewn wood.
Then I thought 'Was it worth it, where is the good?'
The good is a lesson for all to learn
That men will dream and men will yearn.
These things he did. Then gallantly
Conquering the Last Enemy - his spirit free
Achieved his Final Victory.