In honor of Remembrance Day, I am reposting my original poem, To The End, from 2011…
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Was it in your eyes when you were born;
Or did it develop through the years;
That steely glint of the strength within
Honed sharp as a razor on whetted stone?
Ramrod spine and head held high,
To battle do you march;
Once an infant sweet and soft,
Now a soldier trained to fight.
To land, air, and sea you’re beckoned;
Through sun and rain,
Blood and tears;
The future counted in seconds.
Brave man,
Brave woman,
Brave family left home;
For liberty you stand.
Today we remember;
Red poppies and white crosses;
Victory and losses;
Your courage and honor to the end.
11.11.13
Remember.
Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. ~George Santayana
Deborah
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2 Comments
Thank you Lara. 🙂
Lovely–thank you for sharing.