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Monday, May 25, 2009

Remember


Photo by Kathryn
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Suggested prompt...
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Remember
Poppies a symbol of Memorial Day
Offer your writing today in any creative way about remembering our soldiers.


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Lest We Forget

Stories of battles fought and won,
Yet so many more are left unsung.

Who are you, that gave your life me?
For my freedom, my rights, my liberty?

My thanks to you, who I've never met.
I promise you I will never forget.

Crazy Mo


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4 comments:

Chercheur de bonheur said...

One fallen soldier
a single act of courage
seen at a distance

Dani said...

Time spent
Tears shed
Blood spilt
Faith led
Lives lost
Hope restored
Courage given
Nation reborn

christine said...

Seeing the solitary poppy reminds me of my Granddad, who fought in the first world war. He went off with his two brothers. He walked with a limp, his knee had been shot through whilst in the trenches.

As he'd shuffled to the horse-drawn ambulance on his backside, his sergeant had ordered him back to the trenches, accusing him of cowardice, and threatening to shoot him for desertion if he didn't return.

Only the sight of the gaping wound persuaded him to allow Granddad to complete his journey to the ambulance.

He was always a comedian, and played practical jokes - annoying my Grandma by leaving an apparently spilled bottle of ink on the table. He could skilfully write simultaeneoulsy with both hands, forwards and backwards, and he could draw complex sketches to amuse my young brother and myself.

It's good to remember.

Crazy Mo said...

Lest We Forget

Stories of battles fought and won,
Yet so many more are left unsung.

Who are you, that gave your life me?
For my freedom, my rights, my liberty?

My thanks to you, who I've never met.
I promise you I will never forget.