The Gift They Gave Us
They fought and struggled to deliver it.
Some fell along the way.
Some silently recall their journey.
Some lay in silent graves.
We live our lives concerned with time,
Or what we have or havent got.
Weve left their gift to wither away,
Since their hardships we forgot.
But I see the fields of stones and flags,
And a tear comes to my eye.
I hear their voice, they call to me.
They ask the question Why?
My son holds my hand and asks me,
Daddy why are you so sad?
I swallow hard and say Im okay,
While I straighten the flag for my dad.
I stand up and realize,
The gift, it must be passed on.
I know I must restore it, though,
Before I leave it to my son.
I hear my dad his voice is loud.
He says You know what must be done!
Step up and make me proud my boy,
Give FREEDOM to your son!
Raven6 © 2011
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So there it is for this month...
Regards,
Raven6
I see what is going on in our country and am saddened and angered at the same time.
I believe that describes the feelings of many.
Beautiful poem, thank you!
Great poem, Raven6.
My father-in-law was also a WWII submariner. He passed away in March 2010. We miss him greatly but we have very fond memories of him which will never be forgotten but shared with family and friends.
Salute to your father.
Amen to your thoughts and your touching poem, Raven.
I am grateful for your father’s service to our country.