The Fields of the Fallen

On a deserted, lonely hill, covered with snow,
You see row after row of crosses below.

The heroes have vanished to graves in fields,
Where valiant deeds on headstones revealed.

The crosses are covered with soft whispers of snow,
Oh, where did our brave heroes all go.

The cost of their sacrifice is lined up in rows,
And a brief prayer is all that’s left to compose.

Did you fight beside them? Did you support their cause?
Do you take a moment to consider and pause?

On the battlefield, they gave all they could,
Sacrificing their youth and precious manhood.

Honor their memory with dignity and grace,
Stop by and consider the sorrow of this place.

Cherish your freedoms, they answered the call,
Protecting your liberty, they gave you their all.


Wave our glorious flag, hold your banner with pride,
Do not forsake those brave souls who have died.

Can you not honor their memory today,
Will you not stop and take a moment to pray?

Maryanne Dunne
BROOMFIELD, CO