Here is a little more serious poem. A friend of mine forwarded this to me and i thought it was really good. It reminded me of just how much we owe all the brave men and women who are defending our country, or those who's loved ones are over seas so we can have the freedom and privalge of having our loved ones near. It is really good to stop and think every once in a while about what it took to get us were we are today as a nation. I pray God blesses each one of our soldiers away from home this 4th and comforts their family's. This Fourth of July let's look beyond the food and fireworks and remember the men and women who lived and died to make and keep us FREE.

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,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
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 still,
I 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,

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.

Thank You to all our Millitary Past, Present, And Future!