Memorial Day, Marches On. Poem by Michael Gale

A day of memorial...
For our dead.

Fallen heroes, rest instead...
When all is done, and all is said.

Our warrior-ed heroes have feared, none dread...
Valliant efforts, brought by parental teachings, dormancy bred.

Memorial day is but to celebrate, their life...
Be it by a descendant, or a husband or wife.

For they have toiled for traditional ideals...
For freedom's, constantly-spinning wheels.

Let it roll, our freedom call...
May it never succumb to fall.

For in the end, if not we be....
Be us all, as ever, free!