Freedom Is Not Free
by Kelly Strong
by Kelly Strong
I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it, and then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
He’d stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers’ tears?
How many pilots’ planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
No, freedom isn’t free.
I heard the sound of TAPS one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That TAPS had meant “Amen,”
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn’t free.
Mrs.C, thank you for this Poem for Memorial Day. Yes our Freedom is Not Free.
God Bless,
Mrs.Garcia
That was a beautiful poem, thanks for sharing it. My Dani will be in D.C. for Memorial Day weekend, and will visit Arlington tomorrow (Sunday). I know my girl, and I think this will be a very moving experience for her. She understands the sacrifices made and that freedom isn’t free.
Hi!
We are using the same poem for our blogs…we must have been thinking along the same lines *Ü*
Have a blessed holiday weekend!
What a beautiful poem!
~Kristi
Such a wonderful poem, Mrs. C.
Kelli