Erik Mayer (BSA113@AOL.COM)
Thu, 29 May 1997 15:10:54 -0400
One of my 11-year old Scouts wrote this poem while placing flags on graves at
the Los Angeles National Cemetary for Memorial Day and I wanted to share it
As I look out upon the graveyard
The flags seem to rise out of the graves
A sea of red, white and blue.
The trees drop their blossoms
As though they wish to honor the dead.
A feeling bubbles through me.
A feeling that I have made a difference.
The same feeling that comes when I donate money to feed the hungry.
It makes me hungry.
Hungry to do more
Hungry to add to the sea of red, white and blue.
Now I know what the feeling is
The spirits of the dead are watching me.
I have felt them.
They are here.
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City