A Word of Thanks
s you sit there, weak and weary
Pondering your life (so dreary!),
Remember you’re secure and safe
And no matter how this life may chafe,
Someone standing upon a hill,
A tower or foxhole pays your bill.
Our freedom comes at precious cost
Of sweat and blood and lives we’ve lost.
So as you read these token words
Consider what your freedom girds:
Life, liberty and the pursuit;
Safe from all those who would loot,
Harm, destroy and cause you pain.
In soldier’s care we shall remain,
To live life in our chosen way.
Thank a Veteran for this today.