I don't attempt poetry often.... Contributed by antimedia
....I hope you enjoy this.
America the beautiful, sweet land of liberty Our Fathers fought and died for her, for you and you and me Down through the ages they have come to stand and die for us For them the priceless freedom's gift was worth the personal cost
No man who fights in hellish war would volunteer to die Far less would face the fearsome fire to champion a lie Yet many brave have stood and fought unto the bitter end For freedom and America, their brothers and their kin
What do the living owe these men who gave their lives for us? What could we ever say or do to compensate their loss? If from Valhalla's halls they came to speak to us at last What would they say to us but this - hold fast, my friend, hold fast
When howling winds bring fear your way and darkened clouds have formed When enemies are all around and building is the storm When all seems lost and you're alone surrounded by the foe Hold fast, my friend, once more hold fast, just as we have done
For freedom's never easy friend, nor for the weak of heart Its treasured savor's tasted best by those who stand apart Refuse to bend, refuse to yield, stand firm once more for me When darkest seems the storm, my friend, ahead is victory
Inspired by the Gathering of Eagles and the vision of my many brothers in arms standing, at the memorials, for those who could stand no more. (Crossposted at )
Contributed by antimedia on March 20, 2007 at 10:55 PM in , , , |
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You have my permission to try your hand at poetry again any time you feel like it. More, please.
Posted by: | Mar 21, 2007 2:55:31 AM
Posted by: DanNY
Amen, Bill. A beautiful poem. Now if someone will put it to music.