Friday, May 28, 2010

In memory of those who have served


I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze
A young Marine saluted it, and then
He stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought, how many men like him
Had fallen through the years?
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?

How many Pilots' planes shot down?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, Freedom is not free.

I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen"
When a flag had draped a coffin
of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
at the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, Freedom isn't free!!

Kelly Strong


Laura said...

Yes we really need to stop and remember it's not just another holiday. I will.

For the Love of Dogs said...

Wonderful poem, thanks for sharing!

Brenda said...

Very true! I'm glad Freedom is still worth fighting for. I hope we never give up and simply stop fighting for Freedom!

houndstooth said...

Very true words!

Flat Creek Farm said...

That is beautiful, and so true. It really hit home with me tonight as I watched our local evening news. A local young man gave the ultimate sacrifice for his country a few days ago, and was flown back home today. In day to day life & busyness, it's all too easy to forget those who fight for us.. for freedom.

Thanks for sharing this! -Tammy

Feral Female said...

Yup, we do tend to forget the ones who gave us our freedoms as we go through our day to days.

We have a boy in the Middle East right now-my niece`s husband-who is in our thoughts daily.