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Stop…….
Look at the clock, note the time,
Take a deep breath, don’t speak just mime,
Text a phone on silent, hear it buzz,
Try not to laugh, it’s not worth the fuss,
Carry on typing, this email can’t wait,
Just don’t make a sound, raise your eyes at a mate.
2 minutes in time, seems to never end,
Hurry up clock I need to speak with a friend.No….
Stop…..
Think of your life, your freedom to live,
Think of their pain, and pride in all they did give,
It was for you… yes you.. for you they did die,
So keep still, think on, a tear in each eye.My heart aches with such pride, of family who past,
Who fought for our lives and didn’t stop ‘till the last,
Freedom is not free, for years it has cost,
So stop… don’t move… remember all that’s been lost.On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, keep still, do your part,
Show your respect, your thanks, feel that pride in your heart.Stop…..and think…. Times not up yet,
Lest we forget.
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Lovely poem …. still got the goosebumps of the 2minute silence.
Having attended a few military funerals in my time The Last Post gets me everytime.
“Never was so much owed by so many to so few”
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They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them. Lest We Forget.
Do you believe the cost is free?
How many cities are no more?
How many soldiers graves have we?
How many battlefields, and their stories
Are mentioned only in History books?
How many orphans; how many widows;
How many lives were took?
How many heroes forgotton?
How many lessons were learnt?
How many buildings rubble?
How many people burnt?
How many memorial services?
How many minutes silent prayer?
How many people pay respect?
How many people care?
How many people remember,
How we all came to be here?
What IS the price of freedom?
To ME it’s VERY DEAR!!1 member liked this post.
Have you forgotten yet?…
For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same–and War’s a bloody game…
Have you forgotten yet?…
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you’ll never forget.Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz–
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
Of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench–
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, ‘Is it all going to happen again?’Do you remember that hour of din before the attack–
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you then
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads–those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?Have you forgotten yet?…
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget.1 member liked this post.
They made our future possible.
We will always remember and never forget.
Only poets should write poetry.
freedom isint free
i watched the flag pass by 1 day
it fluttered in the breeze
a young soldier 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
hed 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 shot down
how many foxholes were soldiers graves
no freedom isint free
i heard the taps one night
when everything was still
i listened to the bugler play
and felt a sudden chill
i wondered just how many times
the taps had meant amen
when the flag had drapped a coffin of a brother or a friend
i thought of all the children
of the mothers and the wifes
or fathers sons and husbands
with interupted lives
i thought about a graveyard at the
bottom of the sea
of unmarked graves in arlington
no freedom isnt free
for all the people who gave there lifes trying to make peace in which ever war they were fighting in.
It’s the Soldier, not the reporter
who has given us the freedom of the press.
It’s the Soldier, not the poet,
who has given us the freedom of speech.
It’s the Soldier, not the politicians
that ensures our right to Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
It’s the Soldier who salutes the flag,
who serves beneath the flag,
and whose coffin is draped by the flag
They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them… DONT FORGET THEM ALL OUR BRAVE TROOPS .1 member liked this post.
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