FIELDS OF GREEN

FIELDS OF GREEN

I walked one day through fields of green,
through new mown grass, softly serene.
I paused to breathe in the crisp fresh air,
my old heart was light and without care.

I soon fell asleep and as I began to dream,
the past appeared in a frightening scene.
Soldiers dressed in gray and some in blue,
faced certain death as they passed through.

I awoke with a start, hearing not a sound,
no one was in sight, no, not a soul around.
I saw no sign of those brave soldiers, yet
the clear images of war I could not forget.

I walked one day through fields of green
so far away, where waving flags were seen.
There were crosses, so many, row on row,
These were our fathers and sons, I know.

And other countries chose to honor our men
who would not ever walk green fields again;
who never came home to friends or family;
the price we paid that others might be free.
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World War I and World War II, so many more,
before the curse of war hit our American shore.
Still the young men will answer the duty call
and for freedom's sake, they will give their all.

So when you walk through fields of green,
remember those who have left the dream.
Pray for those who stand to defend liberty,
who will preserve our sacred right to be free.

Walk softly on this hallowed ground and say
a silent prayer for all who are in harm's way.
Share memories of those we salute and say
It's important to remember on Memorial Day

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Dedicated to our veterans and those serving today!