Brother John

The Black Beret

This is no soldiers hat
None have died by your hand
Your soul has been honed
By walking through this land

Surely compassion and wisdom
Has brought you to this place
That's how the age of fifty
Shows upon your face

You have earned the honor
To wear the black beret
A tradition of our fathers
A custom we can't betray

When you read this poem
This paper must be set ablaze
Keep always in your heart
The tradition of the black beret

Love Brother Bob

Copyright 1995 Robert Luttrell