A stirring tribute fills the air
The sky is blueness everywhere.
The marchers snap a crisp salute,
With all the bandsmen resolute.
The crowds are cheering, fire trucks clang.
The floats and vintage cars go bang!
Then to the park, with flags awave,
Folks speak of heroes bold and brave.
The somber marksmen flash the sky
As children cover ears and cry.
Some silent tears roll down creased cheeks
As widows cry and heroes sleep.
AS CHILDREN COVER EARS AND CRY
SOME SILENT TEARS ROLL DOWN CREASED CHEEKS
AS WIDOWS MOURN AND VETERANS SPEAK.
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