Swift wings capturing the wind,
Haunting images, spinning over and over again.
Ghosts of the past most we never knew,
Forward they go in freshly fallen dew.
Some fly, some aboard ship, some boots upon the beach,
They sacrifice, they live, love, but peace is out of reach.
Death has taken some, their ghosts live on,
Some, though older now, found their way home.
Many places far, far away, leaving their families behind,
Riding into insanity, chaos cluttering their minds.
For us. All for us and freedom that we crave,
Some will live, some will go to their grave.
Lie peacefully please our unknown hero’s, new and old,
Shelter us from harm, and our lives you hold.
Do not worry for our freedom you served,
And a hero’s honor y’all deserve.
© Cynthia Clark