The little boy asks
about heroes long gone.
The tree shades him and sighs.
The tree has witnessed tears shed, silent tears,
for lives lost.
The flag flies in the wind today,
red white and blue,
in their honor.
The flag whispers tales
of heroes known and unknown.
They had courage,
they had vision,
for our freedom.
I wonder if they can watch the parades
Front seats for their own funerals,
as the ground weeps when they are laid to rest.
We need to remember them today,