Memorial Day

To Their Memory

To the memory of the dead,

Lay above the honored head,

Over hearts that ceased to beat,

In the battles smoke and heat,

Scatter flowers, rare flowers.

To the memory of that time,

Brave soldiers touched the battle line.

Gather flowers, bright flowers,

let their fragrant incense rise,

To greet their souls in Paradise,

Where flowers never die.

To the memory of those years,

So full of sadness, yet how dear;

Offer flowers, pure flowers,

Not a gold or silver flower,

But from Natures fairest bower,

Cull the flowers, true flowers.

To the memory of the woe,

That filled a nation long ago;

Bring flowers, sad flowers.

But for the victory nobly won,

By a Nations Bravest sons,

Lay immortelles o'er each one.

Frances Mailette Hawley

circa 1900

Memorial day is a day of remembering the young men that have fought valiantly for our freedom.

They may not always agree with the war, but they did love their country.

You live free today because of the sacrifices made, many years ago.

This poem is a remembrance of those brave sons.