Memorial Day Poems ( 10 )

  • May 6, 2015

    To the forgotten soul that have ever lived

    For their families they have lost, a new nation conceived

    For their ashes scattered, one blood they bleed

    Blessed by their stories told and memories grieved

    Loved f...

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  • May 6, 2015
    Eyes of Blue...

    A people persecuted beyond imagination;

    To help them he felt, was his obligation.

    He joined the army in World War II;

    Not knowing his hell would be Eyes of Blue.


    When he reached Normandy, th...

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  • May 6, 2015
    Celebrate Memorial Day...

    Today we celebrate Memorial Day

    I'm sure a lot of you will get out and play.

    As you relax with family and friends

    Remember the lives that have come to an end.


    The men and women who put t...

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  • May 6, 2015
    Hope for Tomorrow...

    Hope for Tomorrow

    Daddy, why are you wearing a poppy?

    What is it trying to say?

    Why does this act of remembering

    Happen on only one day?


    Mummy, why are you buying a poppy?


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  • May 6, 2015
    A Silent Tear...

    A silent tear runs down her face

    As she lays within this darkened place

    Her mind alone cannot forget

    Her memories so clear and yet

    So long ago her baby's cry

    When from her womb the child did fl...

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  • May 6, 2015
    A memorial to all...

    to remember is

    never to forget

    it's a day of love

    and quite a bit

    Focus on the fallen

    and hear them

    calling out

    to speak their stories

    out loud


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  • May 6, 2015
    When I am Gone...

    When I come to the end of my journey

    And I travel my last weary mile,

    Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned

    And remember only the smile.


    Forget unkind words I have spoken;


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  • May 6, 2015
    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 field...

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  • May 6, 2015
    The roses blossom ...

    The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,

    But not of war it sings to-day.

    The road is rhythmic with the feet

    Of men-at-arms who come to pray.


    The roses blossom white and red

    On tombs wher...

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  • May 6, 2015
    Memorial Day...

    We walked among the crosses

    Where our fallen soldiers lay.

    And listened to the bugle

    As TAPS began to play.

    The Chaplin led a prayer

    We stood with heads bowed low.

    And I thought of fallen...

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