Veteran’s poem reflects on ultimate sacrifice
Editor:
Do not cry.
A soft warm wind blows
over a field where poppies
grow with their heads held
high to the sky.
The field is filled row upon row with white
crosses at attention as sentries
in honor of our buddies below.
Please do not cry, we gave our all
so there would be freedom for all.
All we ask of you, pray for our souls,
loved ones and for peace. Be grateful
for us, honor our flag old glory,
salute it.
Now as the sun sets and evenings shadows fall
we say our prayers and give thanks to our supreme
commander.
The air calm, the evening shadows fade,
the sun sinking lower in the sky.
Nearby stands a soldier at attention with a bugle playing taps.
We are at peace and at rest where the poppies
grow row on row with their heads reaching
toward the heavens among the white crosses.
Do not cry for us.
Carl Boyle
Medina
(Mr. Boyle is a U.S. Army veteran and member of the American Legion Post 1603 in Lyndonville.)
