MARY BONE

 

Remembering The Taps They Played

 

(In memory of my dad, John Ray Barrick))

Veteran of World War II

 

Father of eight,

lowered into the grave,

leaving behind his widow

and children.

A Purple Heart recipient,

who bravely fought for his country.

His shrapnel wounds were blue.

On a quiet day, I still remember

the taps they played.

 

Dad’s Purple Heart

 

His Purple Heart

and six other medals

are proudly displayed.

He was a gunner in the Navy during

World War II.

He never forgot the turmoil

of the suicide bombers

and being in the ocean

for hours to get rescued.

Sharks were swimming by.

He couldn’t forget the carnage

and being wounded.

 

Freedom Rings

 

Freedom rings for you and me.

Freedom for al,l is our plea.

Let freedom continue to ring

from sea to sea.

 

MARY BONE

 

MARY BONE has been writing poetry since childhood. She has written two books of poetry and is working on a third book. Her poems have been published at Our Poetry Archives, Literary Yard, Words of the Lamb, The Active Muse Journal, Ink Pantry, Spillwords and other places.