William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD
1100 ON THE 11th
Thank you Hugh for sending me
a poem, “Freedom Isn’t Free”
because it happens once a year
old guys will stand and shed a tear
At 1100 on the 11th – everything will stop
mothers of our recent dead will do the wreath lay walk
each will wear a silver cross pinned upon her chest
in memory of her absent son who has been laid to rest
Taps will play and drums will beat and pipers will lament
and we will stand in silence and recall each sad event
because we lost a buddy, who is buried over there.
Sad to say on Remembrance Day, some just do not care!
They died to keep the global peace they died defending right
and many wives and children for their pensions have to fight.
We wear a blood red poppy – we’ll put all our medals on;
on the PC you and I will hear the “Pittance in Time” song!
©Copyright November 7, 2005 by William H.A. Willbond MSM, CD
Terry Kelly
NO, FREEDOM ISN’T FREE!
I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Soldier saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He’d stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers’ tears?
How many pilots’ planes shot down?
How many died at sea
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
No, freedom isn’t free.
I heard the sound of the Last Post one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That the Last Post had meant “Amen,”
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves.
No, freedom isn’t free.
No, Freedom Isn’t Free!
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