By Janet Norris Andrzejewski
Memorial Day Poem 2012
First sun streams over the fields through the mists.
The man who sets the flags sees flutters by the monuments appear.
Stars n’ Stripes present our arms to all those held dear.
The man who does his part knows the path by heart.
He knows the names of all those gals and boys
Who gave their time and some, their lives to nation and to us.
Through some time of Peace, but many wars, sacrificed they must.
Their paths led through hill, dale, wood and dusty trail,
To hedgerow, foxhole, pillbox, trenches; paddy, jungle glade
Full of horrors some unspoken yet, not forgotten.
Paths on through hot sand and stone, while longing, hoping,
Praying only to come home.
Skyways became pathways to Heaven and to Hell.
Fears and tears could fill the Days
From Ironsides to the landing craft, to subs or small cutters.
The man who sets the flags sees the flutter, by their monuments appear.
The Stars n’ Stripes present our arms to all those held so dear.
Most are marked, we know their names, remember lives and friends.
Those unknown are remembered too… for each woman or man
Gave their gift to you.
Their pathway – their life and lives lived, given for others
We celebrate this way: “Happy Memorial Day!”
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