Thank You
I don't know you, yet In my heart I know you well
You are the American who puts his country first
You've left your home and loved ones on this soil
And are fighting for the freedoms for which we thirst
I don't know you, but I love you just the same
You are my father, brother , and the boy next door
The lover, grocer, and the immigrant who believes
As in wars of yesterday, the richest and the poor
When you're frightened, I'll hold your hand
And whisper my thanks in a melody of tears
Know you are thought of in these dark days
You sacrifice remembered through the years
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
