~ Some Veterans Day poems ~
A Veterans Day Poem
Today we honor those brave men, who have risked their lives to keep us free.
This is something you can’t put a price on; it’s something they gave to you and me.
How much is one day of freedom worth? Ask someone who doesn’t have it now.
Ask them if they would trade you places? They’d say, “Just tell me how!”
We take all these rights and freedoms for granted, like they are owed to us, you see.
What we don’t know is, we are the only place in the world, that really is this free.
But the sad part is, the part that very few of us know, or seldom ever get to see,
for us to have these rights and freedoms, there’s a price that’s paid for you and me.
There are hospitals across the nation, full of young warriors who paid our dues,
some are hobbling around on crutches or prosthetics, adjusting their lives, to use.
Others weren’t quite so lucky, they came home in flag draped coffins to a final rest,
you may find them in every cemetery all across this great land, from east to west.
But one thing that I haven’t heard is these brave men complaining of their plight.
For our country to stay free, and to keep what we have, they knew they had to fight.
So I take my hat off, and raise a flag, to honor every veteran who has ever served,
I thank the Lord that He gave us these brave men, and pray for their just deserts.
The name of this poet was lost when we changed servers a few years ago. I believe it was Wayne Irwin.
On Veterans Day
The bugle lifts its silver cry at dawn,
a single note that parts the morning haze;
across the fields where poppies once were drawn
in blood and dew, a nation turns to gaze.
They marched through mud, through fire, through desert storm,
beneath a sky that offered little grace;
yet in their hearts a quiet prayer kept warm—
“Lord, hold the ones we left in our embrace.”
Some came home whole, some carried silent scars,
some sleep beneath the crosses row on row;
but every soul still shines like guiding stars
for children taught what freedom’s cost can sow.
So on this day we pause, we speak their names,
we thank the Shepherd who has walked beside;
through every valley, every tongue of flame,
His rod and staff were there—He never hides.
Dear veteran, rest easy in the light,
your watch is done, your duty nobly borne;
the King of Peace now guards the endless night—
and crowns with grace the valor you have worn.
—Mary Lee
A Covenant of Service
Upon the fields where courage stood,
They gave their strength, their solemn good.
For duty’s call and freedom’s light,
They marched through darkness toward the right.
The flags fly high this hallowed day,
For those who led us on the way.
From trench and sea to skies above,
They guarded peace with steadfast love.
We hold their memory in the heart,
A cherished and enduring part.
And pray to God, the everlasting King,
Whose love and mercy comfort bring.
The debt we owe is vast and deep,
While silent covenants we keep.
They left their homes to shield the weak,
The highest form of honor speak.
Let every voice rise in the land,
To thank the brave, unbroken band.
Their sacrifice, a burning flame,
In God’s own grace, we speak their name.
—Gemini
