On this beautiful spring day, sunshine announces a day to honor all fallen heroes, men and women who died while serving the United States.
I started my day thinking of my 90-year-old uncle who enlisted as a Marine during World War II and I found a poem written by Commander Kelly Strong, USCG (Ret.) in 1981 when he was a high school senior, a JROTC cadet.
I started my day thinking of my 90-year-old uncle who enlisted as a Marine during World War II and I found a poem written by Commander Kelly Strong, USCG (Ret.) in 1981 when he was a high school senior, a JROTC cadet.
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.
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him.
How many died on foreign soil.
How many mother's tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many dies at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No freedom isn't free?
(You can read the rest of the poem here,)
Thank you to my friend, Jo Ann, for sending me this image in gif form this morning.
DRAFTING A GOLDEN SHOVEL POEM:
Using the strike line, "No freedonm isn't free?, I wrote a golden shovel poem in draft form.
Why do we say no
so often when freedom
rings strong? Isn't
it important to be free?
I came back to this draft tonight after my Memorial Day Barbecue and decided to try another Golden Shovel with a different strike line. This one reminds me of all the men and women that enlisted in WWII at a young age but stood so tall and proud as they went off to war.
So young, so tall, so proud. (strike line)
Today we celebrate in red, white, and blue so
we can honor young,
fallen heroes so
brave as they stood tall
in defense of our freedom-men and women so
eager, full of hope for America, and proud.
Listen to the song Fallen Soldier by Nathan Fair.
May this day lead all of us to consider what war means and how we can become more humane to one another.
Previous poems and digiital inspirations that I have written during Memorial Day Weekend over the past years.
I am sending this off to Two Writing Teachers because it is now the start of Slice of Life Tuesday.
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.
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him.
How many died on foreign soil.
How many mother's tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many dies at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No freedom isn't free?
(You can read the rest of the poem here,)
Thank you to my friend, Jo Ann, for sending me this image in gif form this morning.
DRAFTING A GOLDEN SHOVEL POEM:
Using the strike line, "No freedonm isn't free?, I wrote a golden shovel poem in draft form.
Why do we say no
so often when freedom
rings strong? Isn't
it important to be free?
I came back to this draft tonight after my Memorial Day Barbecue and decided to try another Golden Shovel with a different strike line. This one reminds me of all the men and women that enlisted in WWII at a young age but stood so tall and proud as they went off to war.
So young, so tall, so proud. (strike line)
Today we celebrate in red, white, and blue so
we can honor young,
fallen heroes so
brave as they stood tall
in defense of our freedom-men and women so
eager, full of hope for America, and proud.
Listen to the song Fallen Soldier by Nathan Fair.
May this day lead all of us to consider what war means and how we can become more humane to one another.
Previous poems and digiital inspirations that I have written during Memorial Day Weekend over the past years.
If you would like to know why Memorial Day is a holiday turn read the Wonderopolis Wonder of the Day #1237.
