The troubled world can offer no award
To you who sleep beneath the chiseled stone.
You died because we handed you the sword,
And we are free because you sleep alone.
The tides of history well may change the cause,
And time may blunt the sharpness of the debt,
For sacrifice, a nation under laws
Is gathered here today, lest we forget.
Robert A. Hall
I composed this poem while marching in the
Fitchburg, MA Memorial Day Parade in 1975,
then used it in my speech at the upper common.
Such a fitting tribute!ReplyDelete
Cited by me in a comment posted to my blog post for Memorial Day 2016.ReplyDelete