I parked the car between two white lines and looked out over the grassy field
For Memorial Day in memory of the brave heros we planted eleven flags
Barely a hundred stones, some flat markers, some tall monuments
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this won't hurt you; i know. heroes is what you meant. :) and deacons: here is where your apostrophe belongs. it's nice to honor those you care about with your words and deeds. thanks for sharing. bri :) p.s. i hugged a veteran today. she was shopping in Victoria's Secret and her boyfriend chased me off. SHE would have chased me but she wasn't dressed properly.
Your words are eloquent and deeply bittersweet. For your Grandfather...My thanks for his service that my liberties were protected. You described beautifully, without rhyme, what love you have in your heart! And thank you for continuing to visit my words, as well. PEACE
Who cares about rhymes? We care or at least I care about what is at stake in a poem and in the poet's life. And your poem, regarding that matter, is a jewel... * *
Poems don't have to rhyme, At least not all the time. This is lovely, and I have voted it a ten.