And martial music cleaves the sky. Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel, They kept the faith and fought the fight. Through flying lead and crimson steel They plunged for Freedom and the Right. May we, their grateful children, learn Their strength, who lie beneath this sod, Who went through fire and death to earn At last the accolade of God. Who brought a sword.
Freedom is important enough to live for, and precious enough to die for.
Let us not forget those men and women who have served our great nation during times peace and conflict. We stand with bowed heads and humble hearts for their graves are hallowed places. Their service to God and country will always be remembered. On this day, we can pay no higher tribute to our dead, nor render greater service to our great nation, than instill in others, who seemingly have no special reason for remembering, what the true spirit of Memorial Day really is. All of the poems and graphics on my pages are copyrighted by me or others.