AMERICA'S MEMORIAL WEEKEND R.I.P.
In Ocean's wastes, no poppies blow, no crosses stand in ordered row....
For Monday – a day not for us the living but for those no longer with us, who sleep with a Peace only the Honored Warrior knows
There are thousands of sailors, marines and airmen who lie unmarked and forgotten in the oceans deep. Here is a poem fitting for them on this Buddy Poppy weekend and the Day of Memorial.
If you are out and about this weekend, take a Buddy Poppy from one of us and remember the hundreds of thousands that didn't get to live out their life.
In reverent Memory of our Honored Dead and Dying
America Salutes You! 
Eddessa_Knight with Solemn Candle Light :-(
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"In Waters Deep"
In ocean wastes no poppies blow,
No crosses stand in ordered row,
Their young hearts sleep… beneath the wave…
The spirited, the good, the brave,
But stars a constant vigil keep,
For them who lie beneath the deep.
‘Tis true you cannot kneel in prayer
On certain spot and think. “He’s there.”
But you can to the ocean go…
See whitecaps marching row on row;
Know one for him will always ride…
In and out… with every tide.
And when your span of life is passed,
He’ll meet you at the “Captain’s Mast.”
And they who mourn on distant shore
For sailors who’ll come home no more,
Can dry their tears and pray for these
Who rest beneath the heaving seas…
For stars that shine and winds that blow
And whitecaps marching row on row.
And they can never lonely be
For when they lived… they chose the sea…
Requiem In Pace :-(
