Those Life's True Heroes

Love has been narrated in novels , set to music in songs and expressed in poems with various rhymes: remembering its glories and lamenting its tragedies; but this is the ode I've written for those true life's true heroes, not about someone I've loved and lost, to cherish the miracle of every breath! And many have laid down their lives, so that I can live free and remember the battles they fiercely fought; and who wouldn't shout, in gratefulness, to the blazing skies? Brave ones resting in your decorated graves, God won't forget you when another rainbow reflects all the beautiful colors of your flags waving, at sun-down, over the damp grass where the little daises are blooming; and I have brought the same flowers that you liked to give to your darlings: to thank you for your bravery on the incendiary fields... thinking less of you and more of your countrymen! Dauntless ones, you gave up your precious lives and gone to foreign lands to be vigilant and tough, to allow your children to live their dream in the freest land that Humankind has ever known; and how many envy what they hold in their palms? They are as precious as glaring diamonds, and as beautiful as the brilliantly rising dawn; and be sure that they will defend their freedom at any cost... and fight for it by marching with grace and esteem! And how can an inspirited poet narrate all the great and sad events... if not through the sincere voice of his heart-felt verses? I will not invoke a muse, but a living God to inspire me; and I won't add or take anything away for the sake of honesty! Take heart, sorrowful writer and make the words flow with spontaneity; honor those true life's heroes with your infallible intellect: to eternally preserve their tenacious and noble memory... when others repress it and lay it to an unguarded rest! Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci