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Current mood:  triumphant Category: Writing and Poetry
 FREEDOM'S FALLEN
Over there ... over there,
In the field where poppies grow,
All should be aware,
‘Tis where lays fellow soldiers’ sorrow.
Young and bold, full of life,
Dreams taken away too soon,
Lost in battle strife,
Under bright rays of sun
and beneath glowing beams of moon.
Freedom’s price for victory,
Glory’s claim for immortality,
An all too common toll, century to century,
Burden’s beast, man’s immorality.
Freedom’s fallen is remembered on this day.
Warriors called to arms, willing to pay
The ultimate sacrifice ... play the greatest role;
Giving one’s life to save a nation’s soul.
COPYRIGHT 2009~M. W. RODDEY
Copyright 2009~M. W. Roddey
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