
Arlington National Cemetery (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Memorial Day
On this day and on all others,
With a sense of legacy,
Know your freedom’s bought, our brothers –
Keep in mind our memory.
Teach your children what we’ve suffered;
Tell your tots the price we paid;
Let them know that lives were offered
So they learn how freedom’s weighed.
Pass it to the next begetting,
Like an heirloom handed down,
So there’s no one that’s forgetting;
Keep it green, not dried and brown.
Let them know we died in trenches;
Tell them graves are ‘neath the sea;
E’en in the air, we felt death’s pinches;
Our last words – pained poetry.
In the flag, our blood stains ripple,
Highest cost for liberty.
Drench the youth or daily stipple
With the paint of history.
Tell your children of our treasure:
Wives and babies left behind –
Sacrifice that’s without measure;
Depth of heartache undefined.
Dead in graves aren’t all that’s buried
Widows, orphans shattered, too;
Joy and peace to Hades ferried
Left? A lifetime full of rue.
That we did for precious freedom,
Knowing cost before we went.
Never treat us like a wee crumb,
Like a worthless copper cent.
Ring the bell throughout the ages;
Tell our tale, how freedom’s bought.
Let our stories fill the pages;
We ask no more than what we ought.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2013.
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