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Flowers For Brave Soldiers Post by :monstercovers Category :Poems Author :Helen Leah Reed Date :November 2011 Read :3395

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Flowers For Brave Soldiers

Flowers for brave soldiers,
Flowers for those who gave us
A Country undivided.
Flowers for the dead!

With flags we are marking
Their last earth-dwelling.
Our hearts are bending
In gratitude,
While we are praying
That this our Nation
Pass safe through peril,
Through deadly war.

Flowers for brave soldiers--
Flowers for those who loved us,
Flowers to their memory,
This fair spring day!




(The end)
Helen Leah Reed's poem: Flowers For Brave Soldiers

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