The Fruit Of Freedom & Fallen Trees

      As Memorial Day is now upon us I realize that I have an extra poem. I am late in posting today..So no real introduction. Just a two for the price of one day.

     Please read and remember,

Jake.

The Fruit Of Freedom

Freedom tastes, the sweetest fruit,

but bitter, is it grown,

for blood, it is the water,

and the seed, is courage shown.

The sunlight is conviction,

and hardship, oft be known.

But to taste, the fruit of freedom,

many it’s planters, be laid prone.

***

Jack Downing

Jan. 2012

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Fallen Trees

Fallen comrades,

as fallen trees,

rest with Mother Earth.

Ancients felled,

or the freshly hewn,

have given all their worth.

*

Leaves departed,

limbs are gone,

but deep, their roots remain.

Lest we forget,

how tall they stood,

let us weep, at Taps refrain.

***

Jack Downing

Jan. 2012

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