The Memorial Day Program
By Brandon Palzkill
I watched the men stand in a row,
rifles clutched in hand,
from different times and different wars,
yet, as brothers, they did stand.
As they stood, the flags were flown,
whipping in the breeze,
and crowds of people gathered ‘round,
beneath the maple trees.
While we all met, respects were paid,
to service-people, lost,
they’d bought us our democracy,
their lives had been the cost.
Speakers recited prayers and poems,
the marching band played on,
a somber Taps rang through the air,
to honor those who’d gone.
And toward the end, the veterans,
rifles pointing to the sky,
had fired their thunderous tribute,
beneath the flag, which flew so high.
And after all the smoke had cleared,
the vets had marched away,
then everyone else scattered,
to return next year, this day.
Throughout the year, as life goes on,
and everybody thrives,
remember freedom had its price,
paid with noble soldiers’ lives.
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