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Veterans Day Saluteby Edwards, Kim Robin. Lost Wars dedicated to Remembrance and Veterans Dayby vaso, arthur. View all new Veterans Day Poems. The Best Veterans Day Poems. Details. Veterans Day Poem. In the courts of sport and entertainment. They have forgotten the scales of justice. Lacking honor for those who gave life and limb. Sacrificing blood, and buried with god giving grace. The anthem is our history. Filemaker Pro 11 Torrent Download Windows. Look into the eyes of a veteran. They, who fought, so that you may play. They who died, so that the rich live this day. Even the poor still have their freedoms. For veterans themselves, knew their reasons. MTS_Esmeralda-1290960-2solideyes.jpg' alt='Sims 2 Different Coloured Eyes' title='Sims 2 Different Coloured Eyes' />No man, no nation can stand up to perfection. Its about respect of those, who gave. Despite all imperfections. Without, history repeats, sending more to the cross and knave. When you hear God Bless America. Think of those flag covered graves. Think of the children. No fathers, because it is you they saved. Our nation is human. Filled with imperfections. Protest for change, for better days. While holding respect for those, who before you. With their blood, led the way. Copyright arthur vaso Year Posted 2. Veterans Day Poem. I lay here today a soldier. I know some dont understand. Witchy Top This is the top half nolansims witchy dress Huge thanks to them for letting me do this Do not claim as your own Recolors ARE aloud. Head Office Building as seen from FountainbrideDundee Street. Head Office Building facing Gilmore Park. Head Office Doorway. South facing of Head Office. Praise be to our LORD JESUS CHRIST. Everyword in the bible will surely come to pass. I am very privilegded that God has chosen to open my eyes and see this in my time. Chloe Sims and Georgia Kousoulou pulled out all the stops as they stepped out in Marbella on Sunday night for the next batch of TOWIE filming. I will try to explain. So maybe you can. I served my country. For many a year. I retired long ago. The soldier still here. I put on my uniform. I wore it to foreign lands. The soldier I was. Is still in the man. I have been a husband, father, and friend. Download Game Warrior Of Fate Iso. To some of you here. But Ive been a soldier all along. Even after so many a year. My final salute. Im still a soldier. Im just on my way. Copyright Timothy Emmons Year Posted 2. Veterans Day Poem. Wall Street. he is invisible to hustling stock brokers. Broadway. he is invisible to affluent theatre goers wearing warm winter coats. New Year fireworks. Vietnam, Afghanistan and Iraq. This is co written by Paul Callus Carolyn Devonshire. Copyright Paul Callus Year Posted 2. Veterans Day Poem. America the Free America the Brave. Freedom with price Capitalism attacked. World try to rebuild. The proud fearless knew the inevitable. New York city once proud shameless. Evil entered suddenly unforgiving fate. City we stand with the fallen. How to fix how do we Change. This can be read many different ways This is a poem I am so proud to write. Copyright Shanity Rain Year Posted 2. Veterans Day Poem. November 1. 1th is Remembrance Day in Canada. When I was in grade 7 or 8 I dont exactly remember we had. Remembrance Day contest. I won and had to read this in front of our whole grammar school. I must of been 1. This was my first real poem I dedicate this here today to all the soldiers who fight or have fought for our rights and freedom. In Flanders Field with poppies red. Those blood coloured poppies. Remembrance Day. Those true earnest men. Alert and ready at dangers call. In Flanders Field. Written by Brenda Meier Hans. Copyright Brenda Meier Hans Year Posted 2. Veterans Day Poem. Veterans Day 2. Taps resounds. John G. Lawless. Copyright John lawless Year Posted 2. Veterans Day Poem. Another month of days has passed us by. We now prepare for cold November rains. For veterans our hearts will sadly sigh. With daylight savings time some sun well gain. The turkey will become our welcome guest. Our families and friends will visit soon. Well realize how much were truly blessed. And start to tire of constant Christmas tunes. But yet for some depression will set in. Because of poverty and loneliness. November is the time to call on them. To share the gift of hope and happiness. Thanksgiving Day well go to God in prayer. Remember those with nothing in despair. Daniel Turner. Copyright Daniel Turner Year Posted 2. Veterans Day Poem. A people persecuted beyond imagination. To help them he felt, was his obligation. He joined the army in World War II. Not knowing his hell would be Eyes of Blue. When he reached Normandy, the beaches were red. Crawling over his brothers who lay already dead. To give this tyrant, this devil his due. Not knowing his own demons, would be Eyes of Blue. He rounded a building securing a town. A young German soldier was just coming round. He plunged his bayonet, the quicker of the two. Killing the young soldier, with Eyes of Blue. He knelt down beside him with tears in his eyes. How long this moment would last, he did not realize. He closed the eyes as he thought he should do. Thinking never again to see those Eyes of Blue. The victor over many in Germany and Japan. It was always difficult taking life from a man. None would haunt him, this he now knew. As long as the soldier, with Eyes of Blue. He died an old man, to heaven he went. For this honorable soldier, mercy was sent. First time since the war, so sad but true. A peaceful sleep, not seeing Eyes of Blue. Copyright Arlene Smith Year Posted 2. Veterans Day Poem. I cannot presume. What a warrior is. Of his qualities. All I offer here. Is a collection. Or meditations. A state of being. Are mere props. The only weapon. He might possess. Is implacable resolve. Extreme adversity. A warriors language. Or internal dialogue. Has no allowance. For the phrase. He discriminates. Between causes. That are just and. Those that are not. He determines the. Character, as well as. The time and place. Of his battles. Investing himself utterly. For those who would. Bring their battles. Yet a warrior meets life. On its own terms. With no delusions. To his own will. Self pity is a. Useless indulgence. Yet he has compassion. For the weak he never. Places himself above. Others, for how can he All this being said. And human nature. Being what it is. His greatest enemy. May yet be none other. Copyright Roderick Molasar Year Posted 2. Veterans Day Poem. Song of a Warriors Bride. He counts on me for beauty. His eyes blurred by bloody spurts of war. Scarred by deadly blasts of bone. And tissue, his vision marred. By chunks of men that shook him down. Into the oozing mud of sorrow. And unscrewed the sockets of his soul. Blasting windows that once shone luminous. Into dark pools of madness, mocking. The watch he had to keep that night. He stopped his ears against. The final cries of men turned babes. Moaning for mama or a medic. Gasping for a hand upon their head. As prayers and curses were sucked. From bodies by the piercing blows. Of guns, while rockets puked. Hellish flames that blotted. Out the stars, until darkness. Swelled into a symphony of pain. And his heart choked with agonies. He could not stop to heal. I have learned to fasten his gaze. With the soft gauze of understanding. A fabric thrown across the room. Rich with memories between us. Like rose petals sweetening the air.