Grace and Glory Bells toll in the morning light,Songs of grace fill the air bright.Hands folded, heads gently bow,In church pews, we honor them now.Flowers laid on sacred ground,Soft prayers are a soothing sound.Heroes slept, in peace, they rest,With crosses marking their brave quest.Through faith, their courage we recall,For freedom, they gave their all.God’s love,…
Little Heroes’ Day Flags flutter, bright and high,In the breeze, under the sky.Picnics on this sunny day,In the park where children play.We remember, with a cheer,Heroes brave, both far and near.They kept safe our lands and seas,So we live in peace and ease.Thank you, heroes, for your might.Thanks for making our world right.With small hands,…
Quiet Gratitude Fields of white stones, each a silent tale,Flags flutter softly in the mourning gale.Honor their memory, sacrifices cast,In quiet gratitude, forever vast. Meaning This short poem pays homage to those who have fallen in service, symbolized by the white stones of military cemeteries and the flags that flutter above them. It speaks to…
When the parades have all gone by,And quiet settles ‘neath the sky,Remember me, not just todayBut every day in your own way.On Memorial Day, recall,The price of peace is dear for all.Each martyr’s step, each veteran’s strife,Carved paths of hope through their sacrificed life.In fields where poppies dare to creep,Over stones where the valiant sleep,Their…
Silhouettes of Valor Shadows stretch at dawn’s first light,etched in hues of solemn might.Silhouettes of valor stand,cast by courage, bold and grand.March of memories down each street,echoes of their valiant feet.Whispers of a sacred pledge,honor’s edge on freedom’s ledge.Twilight falls on fields once crossed,reflecting all that was not lost.In each brave heart, a story’s glow,valor’s…
The Memorial Day Silent fields, once stirred,where echoes of the American Civil Warlinger in hushed reverence.Flags dip low—a nation remembers.Crisp uniforms march,steady beats trace old sorrow,white stones in rows;families gather,eyes moist, hearts full.At three, the world halts—”Taps” mourns through the air,soft as memory’s touch.We stand united,in gratitude, in respect.Each flag, each flower placed,whispers of freedom,…
Threads of Crimson Threads of crimson through the grey,Fields where fallen heroes lay.Echoes of a battle’s cry,Underneath a somber sky.Poppies bloom where tears have dried,Silent sentries, side by side.Each a marker of the lost,Borne by freedom’s hefty cost.War’s refrain, both harsh and long,In these blooms, their spirits throng.Peace now holds where poppies sway,Guardians of the…
Crimson Echoes Crimson blooms beneath the sky,Soldiers’ echoes, soft and shy.Fields of honor, rows align,Poppies stand for those who’ve shined.Tears of dew on petals fall,Bravery, the poppies recall.Each a flame that never dies,Guardians of memories, wise.In their silence, stories told,Of spirits bold, and hearts of gold.Beneath the sun, their vigil keeps,In fields of red, where…
Fields of Honor In fields where silence softly treads,Beneath the sky’s expansive spread,A sea of poppies, rich and red,Marks where our bravest hearts have bled.They bloom in rows, so bold, so bright,A vivid slash against the night,Each petal holds a story tight—Of courage, love, and valiant fight.For those who walked in freedom’s shoes,Who chose a…
Scarlet waves, under open skies,Silent tribute, nature’s sighs.Gentle heads, to the sun, they nod,Rooted deeply in the sod.Each bloom, a keeper of the peace,In their presence, sorrows cease.Beneath the day’s endearing glow,Secrets only poppies know.As dusk descends, they softly close,In fields where quietude chose.Their cycle, a silent reply,To questions of where and why. Meaning Field…
