Memorial Day

Memorial Day

A Chapter by Kenneth The Poet

Memorial Day,
just another Monday off
for the normal folks.

But members of the
American Legion are
standing in the rain,

firing successive
rounds upward to honor those
that died in wartime.

Then, the bugler stands
and with powerful breath, he
plays the swan song Taps.

And the onlookers
pray, salute, or shed a tear
for those that have died.

All across the land
of the free and the home of
the brave, we pay our

respects to the men
and women who have fallen
in all our battles.

The people here have
a short memory when it
relates to our wars.

Korea is all
but forgotten and so is
the Afghani war.

Vietnam, Iraq,
they only incite rage at
two past presidents.

And the battle in
Libya is shaping up
like Iraq once did.

The pundit will fight
with each other, and say they
are for the troops, yet

when the war is done
are the Left and Right going
to donate time and

talent to causes
that support veteran's rights
and advocacy?

Some always do and
some always will, but more must
be done like always.

So, thank a sailor,
thank a soldier, and thank a
pilot if you can.

Fragile is our way
of life, so keep our fighters
in your mind always.


© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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a sincere dedication that our freedoms are appreciated to the link of a soldier's fight ~ we sleep sound dreaming at night waking up and recognizing that our safety rested in their arms. thank you for sharing.

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Kenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..

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