Tuesday, 20 March 2007
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 Media Lies)

Contributed by antimedia on March 20, 2007 at 10:55 PM in Antimedia, Caring about our troops, Gathering of Eagles, Poetry | Permalink

Comments


Posted by: Bill Faith

You have my permission to try your hand at poetry again any time you feel like it. More, please.

Posted by: Bill Faith | Mar 21, 2007 2:55:31 AM


Posted by: DanNY

Amen, Bill. A beautiful poem. Now if someone will put it to music.

Posted by: DanNY | Mar 21, 2007 7:37:50 AM