Freedom isn't free

Discussion in 'General Conversation' started by Gator, Dec 14, 2005.

  1. Gator

    Gator New Member

    Ludowici GA
    I watched the flag pass by one day,
    It fluttered in the breeze.
    A young Marine saluted it,
    And then he stood at ease..

    I looked at him in uniform
    So young, so tall, so proud,
    With hair cut square and eyes alert
    He'd stand out in any crowd.

    I thought how many men like him
    Had fallen through the years.
    How many died on foreign soil
    How many mothers' tears?

    How many pilots' planes shot down?
    How many died at sea
    How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
    No, freedom isn't free.

    I heard the sound of Taps one night,
    When everything was still,
    I listened to the bugler play
    And felt a sudden chill.
    I wondered just how many times
    That Taps had meant "Amen,"
    When a flag had draped a coffin.
    Of a brother or a friend.

    I thought of all the children,
    Of the mothers and the wives,
    Of fathers, sons and husbands
    With interrupted lives.

    I thought about a graveyard
    At the bottom of the sea
    Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
    No, freedom isn't free.
  2. Katmaster Jr.

    Katmaster Jr. New Member

    Wilmington, NC
    That's a awesome poem...... :crying: Thanks for sharing :)

  3. Aquacat

    Aquacat New Member

    Sherman, Texas
    wow, that is moving stuff. I find myself thinking about that everytime I hear taps. God bless america!
  4. r ward

    r ward New Member

    Kathleen G
    Gator that brought back old feelings great poem