Memorial Day Concert America, From the Inside
. . to Dad . . .
Trumpets sound, “Taps” is played.
The flag must wave, though I cannot see.
But thrills I do feel in Mommy’s self; her joy comes through to me.
Hymns of country chorused strong, stories brave I hear.
Courage, battles high-extolled, muffle on my ear.
Love of country seems to be the marching battle song;
Do I detect the rhythmed stomp of boots made battle-strong?
The crowd outside does loudly cheer for heroes great it seems,
Songs of love and sacrifice inspire more patriots’ dreams.
But now, dear Daddy, as truth is known,
You’ll urge my Mommy’s choice.
And soon I’ll know - I’ll never speak of country with my voice.
I’ll never raise my childish hand in proud and pure salute;
Or serenade America with drums or pipes and flute.
I’ll never hail the passing flag from high upon your shoulder.
And my question now to you my dad: Could I have been a soldier?
Dad, would I have been a soldier?
Posted by Gail Richardson at 11:18 AM. Filed under: News •
