Robert Tannahill Poems
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(our Veterans) An Observation And Thought
We once were many and now we are few.
As strands of our graying heads thin and fall to the ground,
So passes the veterans, "our comrades."
Home to their appointed destiny.
Falling from our freedom's ranks to the dust of mother earth's loving embrace.
They pass with a fervent prayer that this worlds's freedoms will live on through all eternity,
Forever stay in place --May God Bless All Veterans--
I dream, do you?
It's the natural thing to do.
Dreams have not limits, there's wrongs and rights,
You can live a lifetime in the short hours of the nights.
Dreams of love, hate, and fear,
Some are vague and some are clear.
We dream of reaching for the stars,
We dream the future from where we are.
Good dreams do come true,