Freedom At A Price
The guns are silent
now,
although a far off rumble,
is still
heard.
Clover grows in fields
where soldiers fell
and lay
dying.
Freedom is ours
to do
with
what we may,
but not
without
a dear price.
The shadow of Crosses
on graves
around the
world
fall
across the final resting
place
of thousands
who bought
our freedom for us.
Today, as we salute
our
Flag
and celebrate
our
freedom,
let us remember its
price,
and the Sons
and Daughters
who paid
for it.
Ron Cole
Independence Day 2012
By Ron Cole
© 2012 Ron Cole
(All rights reserved)
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