I walk amongst a garden. <br />A garden of heroes’ <br />Young and old. <br />My life is full of riches. <br />My Heroes are Gold. <br />My Great Grandfather fought in World War 2, <br />He had no injury <br />But still came home to us. <br />And Great Grandfather gave me Grandpa. <br />Uncle Rick fought in Viet Nam, <br />The loudest battle there ever was. <br />Dad was in Desert Storm, Iraq. <br />Korea called our family, <br />To sent a hero too. <br />They heard about the garden <br />Of heroes that we grew. <br />The rows are bearing labels. <br />Of heroes planted there <br />I water my garden heavily <br />With tears of hope and prayer. <br />I know you have a garden, <br />Of heroes like mine. <br />Whose names we can’t remember, <br />Of heroes that pick <br />When it comes time to harvest, <br />Will be taken from our gardens <br />Because we grow the best <br />Of the heroes <br />Of air, Land, and Sea.<br /><br />Sherrie Peterson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/garden-of-heros/
