Freedom Isn't Free

I watched the flag pass by one day.

It fluttered in the breeze.

A young Marine saluted it,

and then he stood at ease.

I looked at him in uniform

So young, so tall, so proud,

He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him

Had fallen through the years.

How many died on foreign soil?

How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down?

How many died at sea?

How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?

No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of TAPS one night,

When everything was stillI listened to the bugler play,

And felt a sudden chill.

I wondered just how many times

That TAPS had meant "Amen,

"When a flag had draped a coffin

Of a brother or a friend.I thought of all the children,

Of the mothers and the wives,

Of fathers, sons and husbands

With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard,

At the bottom of the sea

Of unmarked graves in Arlington.

No, freedom isn't free.

PoemWritten By: Kelly Strong

Posted by: Christi