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--
Planning a vacation for weeks and now the time has arrived.
Have you thought of every need so you can survive?
Last minute packing is a hustle and bustle.
And getting the extras in takes lots of muscle.
Vacations are a getaway from all but isn't this the truth?
Most everything you have or need is going along with you,
And no matter how hard one tries, you'll forget a thing or two.