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05/24/09 - (1)
The Last Thought
Youths, the elderly, parents with babies, Couples holding hands stroll, peacefully, Along the path contouring the serene Japanese Garden.
On the lake, below where I'm seated in the grass, Mallards and Canada geese float obliviously; Exotic, stoic plants, shrubs, and trees just grow.
In this quiet, inviting retreat, The last thought any of us likely would have, I tend to believe,
Is of those who've sacrificed their lives, in combat, That we, this Memorial Day weekend, Might enjoy voluptuous freedoms such as this.
Then again, what could I conceivably know? Perhaps most everyone here has lost a dear one, To the sad, savage ravages of man's brutality,
And is paying tribute, in the gentlest possible way, By strolling, peacefully, through this garden, Hallowing harmony and love, a footstep at a time.
05/24/09 - (1)
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