[Billie]

Graphic by Mama_Bear

Memorial Day

As you go through the holiday,
With friend and family.
Enjoy yourself and have some fun,
But please help others see.
The reason we can live this life,
Of freedom in this land.
Is due to those who sacrifice,
Yes those who raised their hand.
The nation called they answered then,
They answer still today.
So take a moment, say a prayer,
Remember them some way.
They do not go to die for us,
But know, that die, they might.
But that is no deterrent still,
To keep them from the fight.
Please put your faith in God above,
All Blessings come from Him.
God Bless them all, both young an old,
Bless those who wait for them.
We won’t forget the ones who died,
Or they who serve us still.
We owe them all, for all we have,
Remember them, I will!

Conspiracy Guy 5/18/04
aka DIF © 2003 - 2004

[Billie]

Graphic by Billie

It was a day,
like any other day,
the last week of May,
the weather would be gay,
light-hearted every way.

That year, Flanders Field
bore a silent yield,
a harvest you shield,
your eyes tears wield.

One day we chose,
to honor their repose,
the book we won't close,
and the legend rose.

We remember The Great War,
and then there was one more,
to stop the flow of gore,
the world so full sore,
but who knew what was in store?

So now, to them we say,
to those who the debt shall pay,
we honor you in this way,
upon this Memorial Day.

© 05-31-04 by JSR
(OldSarge)

[Conspiracy Guy]

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[PreviouslyA-Lurker]

Thank you for posting, Billie. Another fine poem, C.G. Nice graphic, Mama Bear.

[Victoria Delsoul]

Hi everybody. Happy Memorial Day.

Love the poems and graphics, Billie. Good job.

DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP

"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow;
I am the softly falling snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain;
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush;
I am in the graceful rush.

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.

I am the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die."

~Mary Frye (1932)~

[Conspiracy Guy]

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