Think Tank Thursday Poem Honor

I selected the prompt Honor, for the Think Tank Thursday this week. Honor can mean so many things. I thought of the military, my Mother n' Father, my marriage, our neighbors and we should honor ourselves.  

I remember when my son was a Cub Scout. We lived in Pensacola, Florida. On Memorial Day the scouts were asked to participate,by putting flags on the grave stones on the base, NAS Pensacola.  I volunteered to help, too.  It was a moving experience. We all felt it, that day, proud of the people who sacrificed so much. You could feel a presence that day...  After all the scouts and parents finished putting the flags on the grave stones, there was a ceremony.  It was a moment to pay respect and remember their pride, the honor and the sacrifice of so many.   I remember all the scouts saluting the flag that flown high n' proud that day and the grave stone flags that waved in the wind.  This memory still moves me today!

Military Gravesby ~SilverWaves

 

Young scouts 

on

a hill

not far

from the city.

They come to 

align

a sea of

red, white n' blue.

 

Freedom waves

 for the

 lost n' found.

  Small hands 

help

 place

 respect on each

stone.

  They learn

to remember

the souls

who gave the

ultimate gift.

 

like proud little soldiers

they

 salute

  The wind

snaps like a sail's mast

in a storm.

There is a faint whisper

do you hear it?

My eyes pool

as I watch

young scouts

paying respect,

pride ripples

in

a sea of honor.

The wind blows strong

a faint whisper

again.

Thanks 

for 

remembering 

US

 

  We won't forget!