We woke up well before the dawn
Each last Monday in May
And went to all the soldiers graves
On Decoration Day
Then in full dress of blue and gold
With sash and badge and pin
We'd clean and trim and place a flag
For all our fallen kin
Day greater then than Four July
We tallied freedoms bill
And cooked upon an open fire
Til all were fully filled
Then more to point the morrows morn
Each generation train
That those with decorated grave
Have not fallen in vain
The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior
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The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
Monday, May 27, 2013
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