*** The Down Side Of Freedom *** In a cold and pouring rain, I took, A short cut home that day; It meant going through the graveyard, So I hurried on my way. There, in the midst of all that rain, A lady, dressed in black, Knelt down beside a small white cross, She saw me and looked back. My son is resting here you know, She spoke, as if with pride, He was a soldier in the war, Where he fought, and where he died. She had a small wreath in her hands, With poppies all around, She kissed it, and caressed it once, Then placed it on the ground. I tried so hard to answer back, But the words just would not come, Somehow words then, seemed just too small, Like a distant, beating drum. Please dont forget, she softly spoke, Before she turned away, She placed a poppy in my hand; It was Remembrance Day. Today I walked in freedom, And freedom is for free, But the price that some had to pay for it, Was far too high, you see. I could not take for granted, That for me, some fought and died, A mother knelt beside a cross, So long ago and cried. Theres a down side too, of freedom, Where the rain seems all to fall, When the poppies grow a scarlet red, And where bugles once did call. But in its wake, the sun still shines, With a promise from above, A rainbow, in a kingdom, Resting soldiers filled with love. On Remembrance Day I walk up to, A white cross I once found, And with a silent tear of thanks, I place, A poppy on the ground. For a lady, long since then has gone, But her memory still remains, With the soldier I saw in her eyes, That day in the pouring rain. By: Bonnie McGill
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 16:59:16 +0000
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