Greetings Readers,

MEMORIAL DAY
As we stand here looking,
at the flags upon these graves,
know these flags represent,
a few of the true American brave.
They fought for their country,
as man has through all of time,
accept that these soldiers lying here,
fought for your country and mine.
As we all are gathered here,
to pay them our respect,
let’s pass this word to others,
it’s what they would expect.
I’m sure that they would do it,
if it were me or you,
to show we did not die in vain,
but for the red, white and blue.
Let’s pass on to our children,
and to those who never knew,
what these soldiers died for,
it’s the least we can do.
Let’s not forget their families,
great pain they had to bear,
losing a son, father or husband,
they need to know we still care.
No matter which war was fought,
on the day that they died,
I stand here looking at these flags,
filled with American pride.
So as the bugler plays out Taps,
with its sweet and eerie sound,
pray for these soldiers lying here,
in this sacred, hallowed ground.
Take home with you a sense of pride,
you were here Memorial Day.
Celebrating the way Americans should,
on this solemnest of days.