Soliders Tears Of Joy Poem by margaret atkinson

the next time it rains
feel the pain
of all the soldiers
loss and gain
the times they spend
trying to tend
to make all the people see our freedom is mended
through all the struggles and all the tears
hear them smile and laugh and cheer
feel the rain wash away all the sadness from the day
realize that this is the price they paid
and the tears are not of sorrow
but the many many freedom menders of tomorrow