Memorial Day



As we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weary them . .
Nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun,
And in the morning,
We will remember them!
-- Lawrence Binyon

Take me by the hand.
Follow me to quiet places
in a quiet land.
Sleep in fields of emerald
beside the quiet sea.
Feel the sun upon your face
and stay awhile with me.
and helped to calm your fears,
and laughed with you in happy times
and brushed away your tears.
I shielded you with tender wings
when you were very small,
staying close across the miles
after duty's call.
Take me by the hand.
Follow me to quiet places
in a quiet land.
Walk with those who came before
beside the quiet sea.
Feel the mists upon your face
and stay awhile with me.
your battle has been won,
and brothers wait to welcome you
beneath a rising sun.
Take my hand, we'll go to them
it's where you need to be,
a land of gentle warriors
each one, USMC.
Take me by the hand.
Follow me to quiet places
in a quiet land.
Walk amongst your brothers here
beside the quiet sea.
Feel the warmth of heaven's grace
and stay awhile with me. -Lila Meyer, Dec 9, 2004
Posted by: Delftsman3 at 05:40 AM
Comments
1
Very nice poem, thanks for caring. I'd put the flag out 'cept it's always out. There is a small Veterans Cemetary at Port Orchard,WA. that I plan to visit tomorrow. I can't make over it to visit kinfolk and pay respects there so this will have to do until later in the summer.
Posted by: Jack at May 29, 2005 07:35 PM (fEFRM)
2
You've added more, still Like the poem, great work Mama. Great post Delftsman. Thanks for serving and thanks for remembering our fallen bretheren.
Posted by: Jack at May 30, 2005 03:29 PM (NFIaO)
3
Beautifully done, Bert.
Posted by: Bill Faith at May 31, 2005 05:53 AM (qKQwG)
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