Freedom Is Not Free
by Kelly Strong
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,
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 TAPS one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered 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 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 in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
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,
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 TAPS one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered 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 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 in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.
On this Memorial Day, take time to remember all those who fought and are currently fighting for our freedom. To all those who have served and are currently serving, thank you! God bless!
Of course, with all the patriotic colors, there also seems to be a large amount of yellow. Some of the dandelions are supersized! Pretty bad when the flowers are taller than Tacha! She know how to take care of that though . . .
Nom nom nom, haha!
This year we cleared more trees from our yard and I was able to get a flower garden. Jason helped me move some rocks and create the stump walkway. It doesn't look like much now but I am hoping it will come to life when everything starts to grow.
I am looking forward to the "after" pictures! From brown to botanical (lets hope!). Come visit and you can see it for yourselves :)
Alaska Fun Fact: The Alaska dandelion, Taraxacum alaskanum, is found in the Yukon, throughout Alaska, and far east Russia. That's one tough weed!