Sixty third minute
the Cup's first goal scored by hosts
a kick in the grass
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Memorial Day
beach towels in hand
we pause at the curb and wait
for a hearse to pass
It is a day to commemorate those who gave their last full measure of
devotion to the land they loved and for ideals that never die.
It is a time to pause, to honor men and women who never came home.
Many lost at sea, others buried -- as in the poem -- in small corners of foreign fields.
Others did come home. To be buried. They lie in hometown graveyards not far from where they played baseball and football as kids, or ran track, or led cheers -- not far from where they hoped to grow old at peace with the world.
we pause at the curb and wait
for a hearse to pass
It is a day to commemorate those who gave their last full measure of
devotion to the land they loved and for ideals that never die.
It is a time to pause, to honor men and women who never came home.
Many lost at sea, others buried -- as in the poem -- in small corners of foreign fields.
Others did come home. To be buried. They lie in hometown graveyards not far from where they played baseball and football as kids, or ran track, or led cheers -- not far from where they hoped to grow old at peace with the world.
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