"He kept me safe when my city was under attack."

(Psalm 31:21B NLT)

Never Forget

I could see from a distance the smoke boiling up,

The sky was black with sand, ashes and dirt.

There was a deafening sound of guns and battle cry,

This was in a motion I could not understand why.

The men were like stalks of corn in a row,

The wind would come and on them blow.

They fell one by one on the battlefield.

This is a reward for the soldier's duty yield.

Others reap freedoms prize,

They were willing to give up their lives.

They love their country and their wives.

On to glory they will go,

Never forget this I know!

This poem is written in gratefulness that I live in freedom.

Poem & Painting by: Lena Kittrell

Copyright by: Lena Kittrell

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