THE MEMORIAL WALL

THE MEMORIAL WALL.

In a park in our town is a Memorial wall,
Embellished with plaques -- a reminder to all
Of those men and women who answered the call,
And fought for our freedom and bravely did fall.

Not all of them died on a far battlefield,
Some came home tormented, pretending they'd healed.
They remained staunch and brave as they built up a shield,
Hiding demons within them, but to nightmares did yield.

The wall overlooks the calm, tranquil bay,
And sailing boats skim 'cross the water each day.
There's a quiet little alcove where some sit and pray
For their loved ones whose names on this wall here now lay.

There are poppies from Flanders (for the blood that was shed),
Rosemary bushes for Remembrance in each garden bed.
The pride that we feel doesn't have to be said,
They know that we're proud of the life that they led.

There's one plaque especially that's part of my soul,
As I sit here remembering, the tears start to roll.
He's just one of so many who achieved a great goal,
Giving to us this peace, on a small grassy knoll.

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