by Roxanne Carson

Created on: November 23, 2011

A Soldier's words need not be spoke,
A yellow ribbon on the old red oak.
His pride and honor we get to keep,
Our freedom here did not come cheap.

A Soldier's words are hard to swallow,
In our own self pity we seem to wallow.
While he has gone serve for you and I,
His wife and son stay home and cry.

A Soldier's words are kept in his heart,
While at war he does his part.
Putting himself on the front line,
So in the morning we see the sun shine.

Thank you soldier for all you’ve done,
With out you our freedom would not be won.
You’re always in my heart and mind,
My words of gratitude are hard to find.

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