Faye Sizemore


I remember
the sound of drums and
marching feet
I was just a child
I remember parades
on the curb
all would catch my eye,
the hats taken off as Old Glory was passing by.
I was just a child
The dry leaves
under foot as they marched past our school
where each day we started with the pledge
and a prayer
unity was the rule
I was just a child
veterans marching by heads held high
I’ll sit on the curb again
with the dry leaves blowing and the snap of flags in the wind
Because you are my Heroes and always have been

This poem prompted the poetic comment, “Veterans Day”- ©Copyright November 11, 2008 by Thurman P. Woodfork