Standing Straighter by Raymond A. Foss
Something, I cannot fully explain; but certain and true each time, on the side of the main street the parade route into the city They marched, they march each year those who came home, some of our nation’s best who served that we may remain free
Gathered by their wars, marching still, even if slower yet; I find myself Standing straighter, taller, my hand on my heart, for them applauding them, their courage their willingness to go into harms’ way, so that we, that I can live in a land of freedom So each year I am by the curbside to honor them still
May 25, 2008 Memorial Day written at church
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