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POETRY ABOUT HOLIDAYS

The Mpther Of A Soldier
Memorial Day
Freedoms' Memorial

MEMORIAL DAY POETRY

The mother of a soldier
by Folger McKinsey

-- hats off to her, I say!
The mother of a soldier
who has gone to face the fray;
She gave him to her country
with a blessing on his head --
She found his name this morning
in the long list of the dead:
"Killed -- Sergeant Thomas Watkins,
while leading on the rest,
A Bible in his pocket
and a portrait on his breast!"

The mother of a soldier
-- she gave him to her land;
She saw him on the transport
as he waved his sun-browned hand;
She kissed him through the teardrops
and she told him to be brave;
Her prayers went night and morning
with her boy upon the wave.

The mother of a soldier --
her comfort and her joy,
She gave her dearest treasure
when she gave her only boy;
She saw the banners waving,
she heard the people cheer;
She clasped her hands and bravely
looked away to hide a tear.

The mother of a soldier --
ah! cheer the hero deed,
And cheer the brave who battle
'neath the banner of their creed;
But don't forget the mothers,
through all the lonely years
That fight the bravest battles
on the sunless field of tears.

Nay, don't forget the mothers --
the mothers of our men,
Who see them go and never know
that they'll come back again;
That give them to their country,
to battle and to die,
Because the bugles call them
and the starry banners fly.

The mother of a soldier --
hats off to her, I say!
Whose head is bowed in sorrow
with its tender locks of gray.
She gave without regretting,
though her old heart sorely bled
When she found his name this morning
in the long list of the dead:
"Killed -- Sergeant Thomas Watkins,
while leading on the rest,
His dear old mother's portrait
clasped upon his hero breast!"

MEMORIAL DAY
A time for picnics, time off work -
Vacations and the "Indy" -
A holiday, too often times
We forget what, it should be.

A time to pay respect to those
Who rallied to the battle cry -
Who gave their lives for liberty -
Those freedoms for you and I.

Such a waste of brave young souls -
Some still struggling through their youth
Who faced and fell willingly
Before wartimes' awful truth.

So as we share this holiday
With our friends or family -
Take a moment to give thanks to
Those who died so we'd stay free.

Let us strive for world peace -
For the end of greed and hate -
For next time, after "the war"
It just may be too damned late.

FREEDOMS' MEMORIAL

This day is set aside
to honor those
who took the chance to die.

But they have died in vain
if we ever forget
the reason why.

Freedom can be like time
slipping away
before we even know.

But we all have the choice
more, a duty
to battle freedoms' foe.

Let us give thanks this day
to all those brave
who paid the highest cost.

Not take it for granted
and realize
it easily could be lost.

© 1997-2001 David Merchant

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