Hey! I just found your website. I think that is wonderful. I have a poem that
was given to me and has taught me to be grateful for everything that I have and
hold dear to me. My children know this poem by heart and I think more children
should know what freedom is all about. So here it is.
Thank you very much for your time.
Gina Everhart


I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine 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 mother's tears?

How many pilots' planes sot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom is not free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still.
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.

I woundered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of their 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 in Arlington,
No freedom is not free.

By:LCDR Kelly Strong, USCG

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