A TIME FOR GIVING
(The Salute)
Where are you my Father
for you have never returned home
I stand here and salute you
so you won't feel so alone
The unknowing of your fate
your final resting place
so many years have passed
forever, I shall remember your face
An unmarked stone, in a distant land
ground hollowed by a shovels blade
covered now by acts of nature
a protecting silence for those who stayed
Give back to them a sign of love
a silent prayer, a grateful thought
Toss a flower into the wind
live the freedom for which they fought
Their sacrifice's noted
new generations now bask
from opened history books
concerned children ask
The World, empty without them
vanished before their time
our hearts weighted with sorrow
forever embedded in our minds
Never, never forget them
or the horrible price they paid
We shall always wonder
where their bodies are laid