by Lou Marin
Two steel tags upon polished oaken wood
are what I have to remember a dear brother.
I try to stand tall, dry-eyed, as you would,
when standing alongside the grave of another
lost when defending a cause bad or good.
I pray for your dear sad father and mother
as they slowly receive their folded flags
and I read your name on two steel tags.
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Lou Marin, a Christian grateful for Jesus’ gift to him, was born and raised in the western hills of Maine, then spent 20 plus years wandering the country and world in the United States Air Force. Maine Department of American Legion’s Historian, he is a photographer and stringer for The Maine Trust for Local News, published poet and short story writer who pens faith-based devotionals. He lives in Rumford, Maine. He is author of an anthology of poems based upon his military career entitled “Dimly Seen Through The Mists,” and a book of faith-based poems entitled “My Lighthouse In Troubled Times,” available through Pen It! Publications.
Lou can be reached at mbsphotog@yahoo.com or his Facebook Page.
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