Ode to Veterans and Sandburg

Remember those who have sacrificed: 

(picture is reflection off of Vietnam Veteran Memorial in Washington DC)

And, from my favorite poet Carl Sandburg:

OUR PRAYER OF THANKS

For the gladness here where the sun is shining at

evening on the weeds at the river,

Our prayer of thanks.

For the laughter of children who tumble barefooted and

bareheaded in the summer grass,

Our prayer of thanks.

For the sunset and the stars, the women and the white

arms that hold us,

Our prayer of thanks.

God,

If you are deaf and blind, if this is all lost to you,

God, if the dead in their coffins amid the silver handles

on the edge of town, or the reckless dead of war

days thrown unknown in pits, if these dead are

forever deaf and blind and lost,

Our prayer of thanks.

God,

The game is all your way, the secrets and the signals and

the system; and so for the break of the game and

the first play and the last.

Our prayer of thanks.