Author‘s Note: With tears in my soul, in remembrance of my Uncle Larry Ventola
MY HEROES DANCED WITH LIFE
In life there are certain moments that pierce us all;
When we hear the sound of taps or bagpipes play ----
and tears fall silently
as they sound the beat slowly.
In a perilous journey the ultimate sacrifice must be given
Relinquishing moments of eternity's time in crimson.
The shadows wait in their death march
Like rows of white crosses standing mute
Upon this hallowed ground where your memories are enshrined.
Red - Black - Brown - Yellow - White;
The colors of our flag will not be shattered
In that one moment in time.
These are the heroes of our lifetime
Who have been through the fire-storms?
We can only imagine in our minds
Leaving others breathless ----
because of the character in their hearts.
Now in the autumn of my life ----
as my memories are falling in, one by one,
Fond feelings of reminiscing play in my mind
In the vivid splendor of my thoughts ----
that will not be quiet.
You parade across my mind tall and proud.
Memories bound for tarnished books of old
When the colored pictures diminish their luster,
and turn to black and white;
Lying to rest in some scrapbook ----
like fallen soldiers of forgotten times
In the center of my heart ----
you are my heroes.
Unknowingly ---- your lives are a tapestry of gold.
There are no words I can find to express my gratitude
for the freedom I revel in.
Let me speak from the very essence of my soul;
May I have this spirit dance?
Thank you