Memorial Day

By Cheyenne Stormer

Today I stand in somber thought
Thinking of the men who've died.
It is my freedom they have bought -
A freedom that I'll never hide.

In my mind's eye I see the shot
Heard 'round the world, and then I see
A war so very much hard-fought,
And Redcoats fleeing 'cross the sea.

I see blood shed in our Old West,
I see it shed in Mexico.
And then I see some of the best
Was shed in Crockett's Alamo.

More wars were fought across the map,
Both here and there and everywhere.
When one man fell and left a gap,
Another filled his place with dare.

Airmen, sailors, fly and sail.
Soldiers, Marines, march and fire.
I know they always shall prevail,
These men of heart and willful ire.

And even now they die for me,
In desert known as hot Iraq.
I just hope that they can see
That here's one girl who's got their backs.

God bless the boys and girls who go;
Who go to fight; who fight to win.
God, please somehow just let them know,
I pray they'll come home safe again.

I go to bed in somber thought,
Remembering all the sacrifice.
It is my freedom that was bought,
I won't forget it's bloody price.