Memorial Day Poem by Joyce Kilmer

Memorial Day

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"Dulce et decorum est"

The bugle echoes shrill and sweet,
But not of war it sings to-day.
The road is rhythmic with the feet
Of men-at-arms who come to pray.

The roses blossom white and red
On tombs where weary soldiers lie;
Flags wave above the honored dead
And martial music cleaves the sky.

Above their wreath-strewn graves we kneel,
They kept the faith and fought the fight.
Through flying lead and crimson steel
They plunged for Freedom and the Right.

May we, their grateful children, learn
Their strength, who lie beneath this sod,
Who went through fire and death to earn
At last the accolade of God.

In shining rank on rank arrayed
They march, the legions of the Lord;
He is their Captain unafraid,
The Prince of Peace . . . Who brought a sword.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Craig Hordlow 08 February 2021

God it would be so beatiful if not read by a computer that completely doesn't get the rhythm right. Really, whats the point in having it unless to serve ads?

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Joe Breunig 20 December 2011

A marvelous piece; there's nothing glamorous about war, yet soldiers give their most precious asset for God, Country and Duty - a debt that can never be repaid by us; therefore, we must honor them, remember their sacrifices and live as free men. -Joe Breunig Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

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