Treasure Island

Burt Poole

(2/19/1923 - 5/16/2012 / North Carolina)

Memorial Sounds


Old Glory fluttered in the breeze,
while birds sang gaily from the trees.
The prayers were prayed and speeches said,
each one made mention of the dead.
The bandsmen played the songs with pride,
by which our brave marched side by side.
Some sobbing sounds came as each wreath
was placed...a silent symbol of our grief.
The rifles cracked to give salute
to heroes brave and resolute.
Who made their way to foreign shores
to keep the tyrants from our doors.
May none of these have died in vain.
This our thought as came the strains
of mournful taps the bugler made,
Remembering the supreme price they paid.

(Memorial Day—May 25th,1981)

Submitted: Sunday, January 12, 2014
Edited: Monday, January 13, 2014

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