A Memorial Day Poem

A wonderful Poem...For Memorial day and every day...

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 died at sea?
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 is not free.



by

Cadet Major Kelly Strong
Air Force Junior ROTC
Homestead Senior High School
Homestead, Florida
1988

I LET GO AND LET GOD,
and take in the wonder of God in my life.
Thank You, God, for another glorious day!