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With Eternal Gratitude
The Last Monday in May --by John T Bird
We Pause to remember those who died With so much courage, So much pride. They'll never come back, But memories endure To remind us of freedom: fragile and pure We're worthy of their sacrifice If we pause each day Not just the last Monday in May.
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THE "COLD" BLACK WALL
by La'Na Merrill Brown
Your name, upon that cold black wall, seems lost among them all. Your name, upon that cold black wall, is etched in, oh, so small. Your name, upon that cold black wall, begins a shower of tears. Your name, upon that cold black wall, recalls my younger years. Your name, upon that cold black wall, is bittersweet to me. Your name, upon that cold black wall, reflects eternity.
Their names, upon that cold black wall, so many more have died. Their names, upon that cold black wall, so many others cried. Their names, upon that cold black wall, seems just as hard to bear. Their names, upon that cold black wall, for others make me care. Their names, upon that cold black wall, meant it wasn't only you. Their names, upon that cold black wall, mean others suffered too.
The names, not on that cold black wall, who watched their buddies die. The names, not on that cold black wall, who still, don't quite know why. The names, not on that cold black wall, whose lives will not be right. The names, not on that cold black wall, who silently, weep at night. The names, not on that cold black wall, who stand and shed their tears, The names, not on that cold black wall, who carry memories thru the years.
I gaze upon that cold black wall, built for all to see. I gaze upon that cold black wall and peace comes over me. While gazing on that bleak black wall, I do not feel alone. The names, etched on that warm black wall, brought all our loved ones home.
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In Honor of All Our Veterans

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