Memorial Park Poems - Poems about Memorial Park

...We entered the post today the hall was filled with so many disabled veterans and their families many lost their medical benefits due to living situation some were homeless some moved in with ......

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...Begins with Hyundai's my stalker fatal attraction rushing in front of our disabled vehicle then rams break hard causing us to panic my spouse and I both disabled this has cause severe discrimin......

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...Today, I was reminiscing about Independence Day celebrations of yesterday, And how happy throngs commemorated the day as compared to today. Corona virus and rowdy mobs have seized our orderly domai......

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...This Christmas morning, a lone piper played at Veterans Memorial Park: Amazing Grace. The haunting sound was tribute and lament, and a gift to us who passed. December 25, 2018......

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...You came to me today As I wandered the memorial park Looking for my father's brick Chilled, leaning into the vicious cold I dream of you one night The next day you make your intentions know......

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...In the shade of Kennesaw Where they shine the canons now, Where the wheel's unchanging law Beats the weapon to the plow-- We went hunting Easter eggs. How the sun had gilded Spring While we j......

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...Danny pleaded with his daddy for a German shepherd puppy, But papa instead, suggested a cuddly kitten or a harmless guppy. Danny won the battle and they visited the local city pound, And the lad s......

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...(Every year on August 6, Japanese people observe the Hiroshima day by releasing hundreds of white pigeons in the blue sky of peace memorial park, the then bomb blast area. I visited that area o......

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...When I was a kid, the family reunion was the highlight of the year. Aunts, uncles and dozens of cousins came from far and near, To meet at Memorial Park to eat, brag and enjoy the fellowship. I wa......

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...Barefoot on the paving slab chill, concrete feet feel frostbite emanations in their callused souls; rooftop mystique clamours silent slate triangles, perched the stray cat observers, red-eyes smok......

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...She was sitting in a memorial park, Her child was playing a side. When He heard a noise, ran off and started to weep, Mum, why didn’t my dad come home? He was in army and a pilot, he added. H......

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...I can still remember back when I was a kid I had a friend called Millie and we were made for each other just like peanut butter and jelly on a piece of crusty bread on a Sunday afternoon I'd......

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