by April Self

Created on: April 09, 2011

Remember us


I stared at the red, the blue, the white.
At the wind ridden cloth that glistened in the morning light.
The dew kissed grass nestled against,
stone work like patchwork encircled by rod iron fence.

I heard the voices echoing at the dawn,
and I saw and I felt what I looked upon.
Remember us, who fought to save,
what we could for honor, until next the grave.

Brother, sister, husband or wife,
father or son they fought to preserve life!
And I pictured the anguish on loved ones faces,
as the red white and blue were relinquished to their respective places.

Folded flags so neatly to honor their life,
as family member looked on bravely through the tears and the strife.
How the hearts of the passed will cry on through the years,
remember us, remember us, the joy, and the tears.

I hope I'll never forget to remember,
whether it's a sunny July day, or chilly night in November.
The reds, whites and blues, fighting through a blustery wind,
the grave stones aplenty with a message to send.

Each flag with its own story to bring,
Yet 'God Bless America' is the song they all sing.
So every tear, every heart ache, every pain is not in vain.
Remember us the fallen soldiers, for God and country we all were slain!

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