Jim West Pa
New member
As the flowers rest on the decorated graves and the sunlight shines on the beautiful sailboats,Uncle Sam wispers in my ear about how we should care for the Soldiers and remember the ones that have died. Swimming pools open, bbq's fry. Today is the day to think of what they have done for us.There are blurs of red, white and blue marching down the street and flags are lowered at half-mast.But we should allways remember and never forget what set us free,from this very day on.
Freedom Is Not Free
[size=large]I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
I 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 stood out in a crowd.
I though 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 isn't 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
The taps had meant "AMEN",
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a freind.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interupted lives.
I thought about the graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves at Arlington.[/size]
No, Freedom Isn't Free
Walk away from your grill today long enough to go visit the grave of a fallen hero.Salute him and kneel and prayer of thanks for him and his loved ones for the ultimate sacrifice they have made for YOU.
THAT my freinds is the true meaning of Memorial day.
Freedom Is Not Free
[size=large]I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
I 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 stood out in a crowd.
I though 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 isn't 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
The taps had meant "AMEN",
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a freind.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interupted lives.
I thought about the graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves at Arlington.[/size]
No, Freedom Isn't Free
Walk away from your grill today long enough to go visit the grave of a fallen hero.Salute him and kneel and prayer of thanks for him and his loved ones for the ultimate sacrifice they have made for YOU.
THAT my freinds is the true meaning of Memorial day.
