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TITLE: Remembrance By James Wood 03/28/07 |
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how in the wind they waved
I remember sounds of streaking rain
on sidewalks newly paved
I remember all the hills of gold
and how the children sang
I remember all the bells of old
that in the churches rang
I remember all the winter frost
when Christmas came to all
I remember when the child was lost
and men began to fall
I remember all the arms and hands
that moved us to the fight
I remember all the foreign lands
that cursed our very sight
I remember when we told our God
"Get out of all our schools"
I remember when we took the rod
and gave it to the fools
But I remember; hope and trust
are stronger weapons still
Than all the hate and burning lust
of men who seek to kill
I remember, power in the hand
is not to hold the gun
Power is the ones who stand,
And proudly stand as one
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