Marching On

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My tribe scatters far
But what came before
Marches on

Arlington tribute
Restless children walk
Caisson procession
Small girl falls

Rifles and bagpipes
A crisp folded flag
He fought the good fight
We stand tall

A power unknown
Memories deeper
United through miles
Tribal bond

Meeting just today
We walked the same grounds
Lilac in springtime
Yellow corn

Passed to another
Ideals and passion
Righteous with valor
Marching on

A tribute to my uncle Edward L. Burnham
Held rank of Colonel with the United States Air Force
Laid to rest in Arlington this April

Photo courtesy Pixabay

Flip Flops

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Where is the girl
Who loved the sea
And the sand between her toes?

Now she surfs the web
For storm warnings
And reads of shark attacks.

Where is the young woman
Who dreamed of love
Adventures and salty water?

She lives in the city
And has traded
Some dreams for fear.

Where is the grown woman
Who loved to sport
Her pretty, painted toenails?

She tells her daughters
To wear sunscreen and count life jackets
Before boarding boats.

The sandals she once wore
Give her blisters between her toes.