Flags In

Each stone is cleaned to as white
as the passage of time allows.

Each flag is precisely placed,
a soldier’s boot the measurement.

Each fallen hero receives a salute
from one who understands.

Each Old Guard member considers
participation an honor, not a task.

Each year more tears irrigate
the fields of Arlington.

Each year more flags are needed
than the years before.

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14 responses to “Flags In

  1. Wow. Especially “Each year more tears irrigate the fields of Arlington” … wow …

  2. Reblogged this on Awakened Words and commented:

    A re-post from last year, but always appropriate…

  3. scotthastiepoet

    As befits it subject, Straightforward but carries real punch… Spot on Mark.

  4. The images, which I haven’t seen in person for many years, spring immediately to mind. You paint it so well! Thanks for sharing, Mark.

  5. Sadly yes ~ This part is very moving:

    Each year more tears irrigate
    the fields of Arlington.

  6. Star

    You have always written the best endings. You never fail to deliver that punch.

  7. Such a beautifully poignant piece.

  8. A poignant reminder.

  9. And yet the wars seem endless.. such a poignant piece!

  10. Mr. Windham, this is an excellent tribute to our fallen. I appreciate this very much. A wonderful write, Mark!

  11. Alas, it seems humanity has to continue to murder.. A sad fact.

  12. A poignant piece to write for Memorial Day weekend. It is so much more than the beginning of summer, a time for picnics and a Monday vacation day. Walking on the Boston Commons on Wednesday, I saw the volunteers out, placing thousands of small flags on Boston Commons – and the breeze rippling the flags as if the spirits of those brave souls were still with us – saying thank you for recognizing us. “The ultimate sacrifice” – those words will be said by many this weekend – in speeches, in newspaper articles. How easily they roll off the tongue and out of our mouths in comparison to what they truly mean. Thank you for this post.

  13. I couldn’t resist commenting. Exceptionally well written!

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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