Teardrops fall gently,
gently to the earth.
Grief soaking into the soil
that holds those loved
ones. Their lives given,
given by choice
to a greater cause.
The call of their country,
their country's freedom.
May we, one and all,
Honor them this day
And always.
My thanks to those
that serve.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC
Teardrops fall gently,
gently to the earth.
Grief soaking into the soil
that holds those loved
ones. Their lives given,
given by choice
to a greater cause.
The call of their country,
their country's freedom.
May we, one and all,
Honor them this day
And always.
My thanks to those
that serve.
Belated Day 4 of the 5 Day Challenge.
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