In loving memory of Ray Victor Hanson 10/21/1896 - 11/10/1984Some nights I sit and stare at the sky and think of what my life does hold. I think of lost loves of those yet to come, of deeds both brave and bold. I think of the wars, of the men that died, of stories my grandfather told. So let not their courage and valor lay dead in graves so dark and cold, but remeber their lives and the reasons they died were for us and all life does hold.
I wanted to share that poem with you, I wrote it many years ago for my grandfather who had pssed away and was a vet of world war 1
2 comments:
Like the poem. Very nice. And love the Nature photos.
I have not heard to much from ya. I hope your still in good sprits and doing ok!
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