Twenty-One gun salute,
Taps.
High school band plays,
Vets in wheelchairs salute.
A prayer, a wreath, a microphone too muffled to hear.
Men in old uniforms with distant memories stand near me,
Never guessing that I share more with them than this town we call home.
Kids beg to leave for for ice cream...Americana lives on.
-ljh
1 comment:
As always, you made it look better than it was.
Good show!
Alan
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