Posts Tagged ‘memorial’

Within a hundred yards of where
One left this earth’s abode,
And flowers mourn that cyclist’s death,
A sign says, “Share the road.”



© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.




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Grant’s Memorial,
But not Grant.

Nearby, pictures Grant
Sitting calmly.


photo by Nicolas Raymond at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/nBfrAYS/Grant+Cavalry+Memorial


* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

See Haiku article here for explanation, if needed:


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

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     I went to a memorial service yesterday for a woman who died in September after a ten-yr. battle with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease).  These lines were on the inside of the “card” that was passed out at the service:

God saw her getting tired,
a cure not meant to be;
So He put His arms around her,
And whispered, “Come to Me.”

     Her struggle inspired this sonnet that I published earlier on my blog:


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I fly the flag; no one decreed,

Or with a saber made me bleed
To walk the plank of this small deed.
It is my head and heart I heed
To fly the red, the white, the blue,
The stars and stripes for what is true.

I fly the flag; it’s slightly furled,
By gentle breezes barely curled,
And when I sleep like children sleep,
There are no fears as I dream deep
That in the night some foreign foe,
With haughty hands will bring it low.

I fly the flag for those who died,
And those at home who merely cried.
With their hands, too, they raised this flag,
And raised with it, so they ne’er sag,
Our hopes and dreams, like rising tides,
While they surrendered homes and brides.

I fly the flag and bosoms swell,
Of those who know our hist’ry well.
I think of heroes on the wall,
Down through the ages gave their all;
And since they trusted God to give,
It is in this great land we live.

…………..I fly the flag.


© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011. 

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