Best of the Best

by Joanna   May 22, 2005


Oh say do those beautiful
pink geraniums sway,
as thoughts of our ancestors
float our way.
Those who fought for our country
and who perished in trying,
shall forever be remembered
in every tear we shed crying.
Those who flew miles over sea
to a place unknown,
leaving behind loved ones
and everything they owned.
Every bullet shot,
every drop of blood lost,
every bone broken,
a dear price beyond cost.
Our gratitude towards them
can never fully be expressed,
for what deeds have been accomplished,
are simply "best of the best".

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