A lonely stars and stripes is clapping with the wind In the warm afternoon, it knows, another hero Will be buried here soon. The oak trees stand at sentry. As the squirrels scurry across the lawn. Benches eagerly waiting, for the families. At each new … Read on blog or Reader POETRY FESTIVAL. Submit to site for FREE. Submit for actor performance. Submit poem to be made into film. Read on blog or Reader Read Poem: Lonely Stars and Stripes, by Mike O'Brien poetryfest March 28 A lonely stars and stripes is clapping with the wind In the warm afternoon, it knows, another hero Will be buried here soon. The oak trees stand at sentry. As the squirrels scurry across the lawn. Benches eagerly waiting, for the families. At each new dawn. Another casualty, will be, laid down in this military cemetery. The ripped and torn body will be granted dignity. A being of bravery. Another stone will be etched, and placed in line. A last home in our eternal stretch, of time. In the night The chiseled chilled pillars will start to cry. Why is there war, and a need for this warrior to die From the wrong, is an honor that is so right. Solemnity holds for only so long. Then we, dig another site. A lonely stars and stripes is clapping with the wind In the warm afternoon, it knows, another hero will be buried here soon. Sitting, and looking up. To the sun and then the moon Another hero will be buried Here soon Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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