Upon their graves the flowers grow
Line on line
Row on row
They fought for freedom
They gave there all
When the enemy struck
They answered the call
Their lives they gave
Their lives they layed
Once they felt love
Were loved
Saw sunset glow
Once they had families
Played games
Built crafts
A poet
A songwriter
A Baker
The list can go on and on
They fought
They gave
Eternal sleep
Within these graves
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Tony36 (
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A beautiful poem reminiscent of the song (Where have all the flowers gone) best known by Peter, Paul and Mary. Well done very moving
Thank you, never thought about it, but I guess it does have that feel to it
Glad the baker made it, the butcher and the candlestick maker were not billed this time around. At least the list goes on and on! What more can be asked for!? Graves are bearers of so many past stories. It's probably a hope of the living that it won't end. ππ»ποΈ
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Welcome, TonyποΈππ»
Wow! Amazing depiction of the people who have died for our safety. I truly am amazed at your ability to convey such a perspective.
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Well done on this, Tony! Bravo! πΉπ
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You are most welcome!
I love the rhythm you've incorperated into this
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Wonderful tribute Tony to those who died.
Andy
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Beautiful dedication to those who served and still serve. Beautiful write! I can see this one getting published. Great write poet;
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