68 Veterans Day Poems to Honor Former Military Members
The poems about Veterans Day reflect on the bravery and sacrifices of the men and women who have served in the military.
While there are many ways to honor our veterans, poetry has a unique ability to capture the emotions and experiences of those who have served.
According to a study by the University of Exeter, poetry can help veterans process their emotions and experiences in a therapeutic way, providing an outlet for self-expression and healing.
These Veterans Day poems are a tribute to the courage and dedication of former military members.
Famous Veterans Day Poems
These famous poems about Veterans Day capture the spirit of service and honor that we associate with this important holiday.
1. A Soldier
by Brionna C
He says he’s leaving.
He’ll be gone about a year.
He’s headed off to fight the war,
And his time is drawing near.
I have no words of wisdom
To ease our aching hearts.
He’ll be gone and I’ll be here,
A thousand miles apart.
The danger that soldiers face,
He knows it all too well.
Still, he keeps our spirits up,
As our throats begin to swell.
The morning comes all too fast;
I’m not prepared at all,
Because I know there is a chance
My soldier won’t come home.
My soldier is a strong man,
One that’s brave and true.
He’s not afraid of dying.
He fights for me and you.
So if you see a soldier,
Give him lots of praise.
Tell him that you’re thankful,
You see the price we pay.
2. Veterans Day Limerick
by Neil Dickinson
There are times we want to forget,
Like when troubles and sadness we’ve met,
But this day in November
We’ll always remember
The heroes to whom we’re in debt.
They were young, full of life and ambition,
But some dreams never reached their fruition.
With their lives put on hold,
They were daring and bold
And accomplished their ultimate mission.
Most returned when the battle had ended,
Some with wounds that would never be mended.
Many others did not,
Having died where they fought
While ensuring our home was defended.
But in spirit they’ll always be here.
To our hearts they will always be near.
While our eyes may be wet,
We will never forget.
Let’s remember each day of the year.
War is with us again on this day.
We have daughters and sons in the fray,
So let’s wish them Godspeed
And the wisdom we’ll need
So they’ll never again go away.
3. Why Do They Fight?
by Blue Butterfly
Veterans are men and women,
who fight because they care.
They give their lives to serve our country,
by land, by sea, or by air.
They serve because they love us.
They serve because
they want a better future for their country,
a better future for their world.
Serving comes with consequences,
that they know and are willing to dare.
You can’t find a braver person,
here or anywhere.
They fight for their rights.
They fight for our lives,
and we owe them all a thank you
for all that they’ve sacrificed.
4. Secret Respect
by Joanna Fuchs
There’s not a Fascist in the USA
Who doesn’t, in their true heart, say
I’m thankful for those who serve and fight,
So I can peacefully sleep at night.
No partisan politics can keep away
The gratitude I feel, but cannot say
To veterans who kept America secured,
With all the hardships they endured.
Away from family, friends and more,
They knew what they were working for:
Keeping freedom really free
For the right, the middle, and even me.
Veterans, you have my deep respect,
Even if it isn’t politically correct.
5. The Best on Earth
by Joanna Fuchs
If someone has done military service,
They earn the title “veteran,” and more;
They earn our deep respect and admiration;
That they are special no one can ignore.
They sacrificed the comforts we enjoy;
The list is long of all the things they gave.
Our veterans are extraordinary people;
They’re loyal, dedicated, true and brave.
When terror and invasion were real threats,
They showed us they could handle any storm.
We owe our freedoms and our very lives
To our veterans, who served in uniform.
Our veterans should be celebrities;
They’re exceptional; no other group compares.
We’re grateful for the many things they’ve done;
They’re always in our hearts and in our prayers.
We owe our veterans support and friendship;
Let no one ever question what they’re worth.
These men and women served us and our country,
Our veterans–the very best on earth.
6. My Thoughts on Remembrance Day
by Cody Lynch
On the eleventh day of the eleventh month
We pause at the eleventh hour
Some of us stop to pray
For soldiers who died or went missing along the way.
Lest we forget the wars that were fought
To give us freedom
So many were shot.
I will always remember
My great Grandpa who died
Rest in peace dear Grandpa
You are always on my mind.
I would love to join the military someday
To give back to my country
And to make my world a better place.
Rest in peace all you soldiers
Who gave up your lives
For people like me
It’s a shame that you died.
7. We Owe Them a Lot
by Joanna Fuchs
On Veterans Day we remember again
Our men and women who served;
We honor them now for what they did then:
The liberties they preserved.
Let’s never forget their sacrifice,
The hard, heavy work they have done;
They did what was asked, crucial needs they fulfilled,
With a telephone, pencil or gun.
We’re happy and proud to honor them;
They gave so much more than they got.
Our heroes, our veterans kept freedom safe;
All of us owe them a lot.
8. The Noble and the Brave
by Joanna Fuchs
When America had an urgent need,
These brave ones raised a hand;
No hesitation held them back;
They were proud to take a stand.
They left their friends and family;
They gave up normal life;
To serve their country and their God,
They plowed into the strife.
They fought for freedom and for peace
On strange and foreign shores;
Some lost new friends; some lost their lives
In long and brutal wars.
Other veterans answered a call
To support the ones who fought;
Their country had requirements for
The essential skills they brought.
We salute every one of them,
The noble and the brave,
The ones still with us here today,
And those who rest in a grave.
So here’s to our country’s heroes;
They’re a cut above the rest;
Let’s give the honor that is due
To our country’s very best.
9. In Flanders Fields
by Dr. John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
10. How Do You Measure a Soldier’s Sacrifice
by Kelly Roper
How do you measure a soldier’s sacrifice?
Is it by the number of friends and family left behind?
Is it by the months or years given in service?
How do you measure a soldier’s courage?
Is it by the number of objectives completed,
Or by the number of bullets dodged or missions served?
How do you measure a soldier’s honor?
Is it by the duty he or she volunteers for,
Or by the number of medals earned?
The simple truth is that these things are immeasurable,
As is this country’s debt to all who serve,
And pay the price for freedom in this land.
Inspirational Veterans Day Poems
On Veterans Day, we are inspired by the selflessness and courage of our military veterans. These inspirational poems about Veterans Day bring the spirit of service and sacrifice that these brave men and women embody.
1. Veterans Day
by Cheryl Dyson
On Veterans Day we honor all,
Who answered to a service call.
Soldiers young, and soldiers old,
Fought for freedom, brave and bold.
Some have lived, while others died,
And all of them deserve our pride.
We’re proud of all the soldiers who,
Kept thinking of red, white and blue.
They fought for us and all our rights,
They fought through many days and nights.
And though we may not know each name,
We thank ALL veterans just the same.
2. Fall in!
by Amos Russel Wells
Who shall march with the veteran band,
These who saved a united land,
These our heroes humble and grand,
Who shall march with the soldiers?
You, the boys who will soon be men.
Soldier duties will yours be then.
Fighting wrong in its darkest den,—
Fall in, and march with the soldiers!
You, the mothers of days to be,
You in whose hand is the future’s key.
You who will train the brave and the free,
Fall in, and march with the soldiers!
You, the makers of worthy laws.
Bold to lead in a righteous cause.
Deaf to falsehood and vain applause,
Fall in, and march with the soldiers!
You, the workers whose steady toil
Wrenches wealth from the mine and soil,
Victors who gather a bloodless spoil.
Fall in, and march with the soldiers!
You, all teachers of truth and right,
You, all preachers of love and light,
All who are fighting the people’s fight,
Fall in, and march with the soldiers!
3. Bigger Causes
by Paul Berchtold
Difficult is the story,
The details of battle gory,
Yet there now shines a glory,
One cannot soon forget.
Great is the strain and rigor,
Greater those fighting with vigor,
For causes so much bigger,
Which puts us all in debt.
God, we pray for each other,
Hear the prayers of a mother,
Keep safe our son, father, brother,
Who have gone to fight the war.
Bring them safely back again,
Or bring them home to you when,
They lay life down for us men,
For freedom, from shore to shore.
4. What Heroes Gave
by Roger Robicheau
Each donned their uniform to be
Defenders of our liberty
Their mission sure, their spirits bright
Guard freedom’s home, be brave to fight
One final day each faced their call
Each gave their best enduring all
We’ll never know what they went through
But know they loved this country true
Deep down inside we should all feel
What heroes gave, their cost so real
We must stay thankful, grateful of
The gift of freedom through their love
Their loved ones bore the gravest pain
What we can’t know, some now sustain
To God I pray their pain will cease
And each will find long-lasting peace
Remember this from year to year
What heroes gave – shan’t disappear
We’ll never let their special day
Their time for honor slip away
These brave fought for a nation free
If not for them, where would we be?
5. My Salute
by Tejas Maya
Hey warrior don’t think like that
You were great and gave your all
You have to believe that you are special and will ever be remembered
You made history and may peace come to you
You are my wounded warrior and we care for you
Hey buddy, do not think of death, please count the blessings
It is all in our head
We have choices to make while we are here
You made sacrifice so do not despair
What you have given is unfathomable
Rest be reassured and be able
Your time was unbelievable and you made history
Do not despair for any worry
You have given a gift for mankind
Your sacrifice is one of a kind
I know you struggle with the nightmares at night
The cries of help that you feel no one hears
But they are noted, and we want to blow cold air on those wounds
And make them heal and like they were never known
You gave yourself one hundred percent, you cared and you sacrificed with all your heart
We care and make it known
I want you to know that you are not just a number
You have a life story to share, and I am here to hear
I want you to be able to take the help
And embrace it with no fears
We talk and walk and do it together
The trust is paramount and I know you care
The illusions and delusions are now history we are faces with a life in new mystery
You have to make the most of what you can
Fight like a hero like you gave it all the chance
I want to say that you were great, and you can extend yourself once again
Every warrior has a story to tell
The sacrifice they made and the life they left behind
The honesty worn on the sleeves of the warrior filled with integrity to fight
You did what you did and we all salute the feat
And apologize for every emotion that you felt and yet played
The helplessness and the fear that you encountered
Is registered and we welcome you back warrior
I know I am here to give you help
Unveil the trust and embrace it fair
The numbness and the pain that you feel I care
Let you again breathe the fresh air
6. War Is Kind
by Stephen Crane
“Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
Because your father tumbles in the yellow trenches,
Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
Do not weep.
War is kind.”
7. We Stood for Freedom
by Roger Robicheau
We stood for freedom just like you
And loved the flag you cherish too
Our uniforms felt great to wear
You know the feel, and how you care
In step we marched, the cadence way
The same is true with you today
Oh how we tried to do our best
As you do now, from test to test
How young we were and proud to be
Defenders of true liberty
So many thoughts bind soldiers well
The facts may change, not how we jell
Each soldier past, and you now here
Do share what will not disappear
One thought now comes, straight from my heart
For soldiers home, who’ve done their part
I honored to have served with you
May Godly peace, help get you through
And now I end with a request
Do ponder this, while home at rest
America, respect our day
Each veteran, helped freedom stay
8. Purple Heart
by Roger Robicheau
Each Purple Heart shall always be
A part of freedom’s history
Hold deep inside a fervent pride
For all who gave, the brave who died
They showed their best for liberty
They stood for us with certainty
Their wound of war, their Purple Heart
Each dared to care and do their part
Some bore a wound which took their life
While others lived past war’s honed knife
True patriots, they faced their call
To keep our nation strong for all
Deep scars of war are carried by
Those who return, and those who cry
Pray for the brave, their loved ones too
Thank God for heroes – all of you
9. This Land We Love
by Roger Robicheau
How beautiful this land we love
We cherish all good people of
With pride we call this home our own
Oh how our seed of freedoms grown
American is what we are
Our time has nurtured us so far
For truth and justice we do strive
Our laws are meant to not deprive
We know we’re not the perfect place
As we are of the human race
In God we trust along our way
His goodness near, both night and day
So please do stop and pray awhile
Ask help in facing each new mile
And now I’ll end with words so clear
Concerning freedom we hold dear
Let Grateful Thought – Well Deep Inside
For Soldiers Brave – Our Country’s Pride
10. Sacrifice
by Darryl Alexander
We know not when we will be called on
We know not the hour or day
When one so close is now the one that is gone and left us astray
As we witness such a sacrifice without even a thought
As an unknown lesson soon will be taught
One’s life must not be centered on what should have been
But that our best foot was set forward as we went all in
Death does not come easy but moves swift with might
God’s fair plan sometimes escapes beyond the dimmest of light
Sacrifice is not for the weak because it was designed for the strong
In our greatest moments of effort God says we belong.
Pray for those who have gone to that heavenly afterlife as they
Watch over us to see how we make that next sacrifice
Funny Veterans Day Poems
While Veterans Day is a time for solemn remembrance and reflection, these funny interesting poems about Veterans Day give a lighthearted take on the holiday.
1. What Did You Do in The War, Daddy
by Robert L. Hinshaw
“What did you do in the big war, Daddy?”
(Is often asked by a soldier’s laddie.)
“I’m proud you asked me that son;
I packed a golf bag and gun,
Since I was the Gen’ral’s guard and caddy!”
2. An Apple a Day Keeps the Vet Away
by Lu Loo
an Apple a day,
keeps the vet away…
streaming and searching
and thinking while purring-
the claws on my paws
won’t stop Google surfing!
an Apple a day,
keeps the little mice away…
3. You’re a Grand Old Flag
by George M. Cohan
You’re a grand old flag,
You’re a high-flying flag
And forever in peace may you wave.
You’re the emblem of
The land of love.
The home of the free and the brave.
Every heart beats true
For the Red, White and Blue,
Where there’s never a boast or brag.
But should auld acquaintance be forgotten,
Keep your eye on the grand old flag.
4. Useless Trivia You Need to Know
by Robert L. Hinshaw
Here’s a bit of trivia from World War Two I’ll bet you didn’t know,
Concerning the war-time Prime Minister of Japan, Hideki Tojo of Tokyo.
After the war hapless Hideki was jailed in Tokyo’s Sugamo Prison,
Where he was given a new set of dentures ’cause he was losing his’n.
A waggish American dentist, determined to make a lasting ‘impression’,
Etched on Tojo’s choppers in Morse Code this immortal expression:
‘REMEMBER PEARL HARBOR” – ‘Twas America’s stirring battle cry!
He eternally gnashes his teeth in perdition after he was hanged to die!
5. Blood Red
by May Fenn
Poppies great beauty
Brave men dying for duty
Each nourish the earth.
Short Veterans Day Poems
Sometimes, the simplest words can carry the most powerful message. These short poetries about Veterans Day are a mirror to the sacrifices of our military veterans.
1. A Nation’s Strength
by Walt Whitman
Not gold, but only man can make
A people great and strong;
Men who, for truth and honor’s sake,
Stand fast and suffer long. Brave men who work while others sleep,
Who dare while others fly —
They build a nation’s pillars deep
And lift them to the sky.
2. Why?
by Ellen P. Allerton
Why did you leave home and friends,
comfort and safety,
to experience pain and hardship,
so I could be protected?
I don’t know; but thank you.
Why did you put yourself in danger,
injury and death always a possibility,
so I could be free?
I don’t know; but thank you.
3. On Veterans’ Day
by Joanna Fuchs
While we were here at home,
They traveled land and sea,
To make sure we stayed safe,
To protect and keep us free.
Words are not enough
To give them what they’re due.
On Veterans’ Day, please thank them
For their service, to me and you.
4. A Section of Remarks
by John F. Kennedy
They are the race –
they are the race immortal,
Whose beams make broad
the common light of day!
Though Time may dim,
though Death has barred their portal,
These we salute,
which nameless passed away.
5. Stand by the Flag
by John P. Keys
“Stand by the flag! its folds have streamed in glory—
To foes a fear, to friends a festal robe,
And spread in rythmic lines the sacred story
Of freedom’s triumphs over all the globe.
Stand by the flag! on land and ocean billow;
By it your fathers stood, unmoved and true;
Living, defended; dying, from their pillow,
With their last blessing, passed it on to you.”
6. Without Them
by Joanna Fuchs
Without them to leave behind
Their homes and families dear,
Without them to go to war,
We might not be here.
Without them to face the trials
We could never face,
The world we know would decline and fall.
It would be a different place.
Cherish our veterans who kept us free;
They gave it all up for you and me.
7. Victory
by Anonymous
V-aliant efforts against
I-ncredible odds, a
C-onclusive end, with
T-riumphant rewards.
O-utstanding Soldiers awaits,
R-ecognition well deserved,
Y-early celebrations, for All who served!
8. Protecting Us
by Joanna Fuchs
While we were home on our comfortable sofas,
Munching and watching TV,
Our veterans were fighting our battles,
In situations we’d certainly flee.
Whatever would keep us all safe
Is what they were called to do,
Rough duties of every kind
Protecting us: me and you.
So when you see Vets, please thank them
For their service and sacrifice.
Be aware, and always remember
For us, they paid a price.
9. Leaves of Grass
by Walt Whitman
“I saw battle-corpses, myriads of them,
And the white skeletons of young men — I saw them;
I saw the debris and debris of all the dead soldiers of the war;
But I saw they were not as was thought;
They themselves were fully at rest — they suffer’d not;
The living remain’d and suffer’d — the mother suffer’d,
And the wife and the child, and the musing comrade suffer’d,
And the armies that remain’d suffer’d.”
Long Veterans Day Poems
For the ones who want to go deep into the history and meaning of Veterans Day, these long poetries about Veterans Day are thoughtful explorations.
1. The Voice
by Jodi M. Kucera
A young boy playing games of war,
His imaginings filled with innocence, unaware of reality’s horror.
He heard a voice filled with cadences being sung like hymns,
Of how the good guys always win.
A young man dreams of being a soldier,
A call to carry others’ burdens on his shoulders.
A voice rising from deep within,
To right the wrongs of others’ sin.
He heard the enemy’s stirring and unrest,
And returned home with medals pinned upon his chest.
Now a vet, he carries the scars from battle,
Though never appearing to be rattled.
He sat in a chair in his living room,
While off in the distance eerie whispers grew.
The moanings of those who had never left his mind,
Those who were forever stuck in time.
They called his name while formless shadows creeped,
And nightmarish footsteps creaked.
He heard the voices of soldiers he once had known,
Ghosts of those who never made it home.
But now there’s a voice calling his name,
One that can no longer be restrained.
A voice that was heard long ago when freedom began to call,
A voice that knew freedom’s cost would not be understood by all.
It’s crying out with a warning as some are unaware,
“Freedom is being threatened and won’t be easily repaired!
Don’t let the suffering be in vain,
Remind them freedom’s cost was heartache and bloodstains!
Freedom is under attack!
Once it’s gone, you’ll never get it back!”
He heard a voice that is beginning to fade,
Though over and over the ultimate price has been paid.
He answered the call, and he knows the cost,
But some won’t understand until freedom is lost.
2. The Cage
by Jodi M. Kucera
A man walked up to me some time ago.
He had a story he wanted me to know.
He reached out his hand to shake mine,
And it took me back to a place and time.
He told me he was a soldier in World War II,
A POW in Moosburg; sad but true.
As he began to tell the story, I could see in his eyes,
He’d gone back to that place in his mind.
He said “110,000 men walked through those gates.
The Nazis were filled with nothing but hate.
The camp was thronged
And we knew our stay there would be long.
The floor was hard and the nights were cold.
Young men grew malnourished and old.
They must have feared me because I was put in a cage,
And all I could do was pray.
I cannot tell you how many days I was there,
Only that every day I said the same prayer.
I asked the Lord to send someone our way,
to get us out of there and take us far away.
On April 25,1945,
He sent someone just when I was ready to give up and die.
The Fourteenth Armored Division came crashing through.
It was The Liberators, with a job to do.
They were there to set us free!”
And with a smile he said, “Everyone erupted with glee.
A soldier came running my way,
And he reached down and opened my cage.
After all these years I never forgot that man’s face or what he did for me.
My only regret, I didn’t get to thank him when I got up from bended knee.
Now he’s standing in front of me shaking my hand.
So thank you sir, because you were that man.”
3. We Honor You Today
by Susan R. Smith
To all of our veterans
Far and near.
We thank you for your service
For all those years.
You sacrificed your time,
And some gave your life.
You preserved our freedom
By willingly paying the price.
Many of you
Were sent overseas.
You were wounded in battle,
With scars and disease.
But courageous and brave,
You weathered the storm.
You faced every battle
With faith and beyond.
We honor you with joy
For all that you’ve done.
You stood strong for our country,
For our daughters and sons.
So no one stands alone,
We walk hand in hand.
Remember, we are with you.
Together we shall stand.
We salute you today.
Hear what we say.
Let our words speak eloquently
In this special way.
On this day,
Let us express our love and thanks
For the sacrifice you paid.
You served in honor
For many years and days,
And we will never forget
How you were strong and brave.
4. Veterans, Teach Us
by Amos Russel Wells
Veterans ere you leave us—and thin are your lessening columns,
Ere you are laid with your wounds in the soil of your glorified country,
Stars and Stripes on your coffin aud taps blown soft in the graveyard,
Ere you pass to the shore where your comrades are drawn up to greet you.
Give to us who remain a share of your courage and vigor;
Teach us, young and mature, the zeal that age has not withered.
Ours are different foes, they come not out in the open,
Never with shot and shell announce the place of their hiding;
Rather they lurk in the swamps and fill the air with miasma;
Rather they poison the wells, and lay their mines in the midnight.
They are the cohorts of greed, shameless and crafty and cruel.
They are the bandits of lust crawling treacherous deadly.
They are the rabble of hate torches and bombs for their weapons.
Thieves are they and despoilers vandals of all that is precious.
Ah, would they draw the sword and leap to a manifest battle!
Would we could see them and hear them and feel the shock of their onset!
Teach, us veterans passing, how to be heroes of patience;
How to fight in the dark, and how to grapple with spectres!
How to watch, and endure, and strike at the drag of a shadow!
How to throttle a fever, and how to sabre a passion!
Give us your faith and your hope, and your invincible courage,
Keeping your muskets and swords and wheeling your cannon with you;
Useless are they for our war, but give us more powerful weapons,
Wisdom and firmness and truth, the love of God and our country.
These as ye pass, O heroes, give us who must now be heroic.
Gird them close to our souls, and teach us well how to use them.
So as you march to your graves, veterans worn with the conflict,
You will lie down in peace, leaving a true succession.
So with the changing age new dangers will meet old daring.
5. Final Salute
by Jodi M. Kucera
The honor guard stands sentinel and stiff-backed.
Their tears silently fall, for their brotherhood was forged in combat.
One of their own will be laid to rest,
A tribute and honor given only to the best.
As his family gathers near,
His wife takes her place as she wipes away her tears.
At the front, soldiers offer a salute,
And the casket is draped in red white and blue.
The red stripes are made redder by the courage in which he served,
Defending our freedoms he fought to preserve.
The white is made more pure by his devotion to duty,
A bronze star he earned in the midst of the enemy’s cruelty.
The blue field and the stars are our great land and our ideals that he defended,
Because of his love for the flag and what it represented.
In unison, the firing party begins to volley
A 21-gun salute, because a hero he embodied.
And then in this hallowed ground,
The melody of Taps begins to sound.
There isn’t a dry eye in this place,
As emotion begins to overtake.
The honor bell rings its solemn toll,
And pride wells up within her soul.
The flag is folded one last time and placed in her lap,
Her lips quiver as she tries to hold the tears back.
The soldier says, “Ma’am, please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation
For your loved one’s service to our nation.”
As the final prayer is spoken and he’s lowered in the ground,
Two soldiers offer a final salute to this man who once stood so proud.
6. Take Me Home
by Rick W. Cotton
In the summer of ’32
A little boy, 6 years old,
Separated from his Mama
In a five and ten-cent store,
And he cries as he tries to find her.
At last, he runs to her arms.
As she holds him close, he says, “Mama, take me home.”
Take me home, take me home.
I’m so tired, take me home
To the place where I am loved, where I’ll never be alone.
Take me home, take me home.
I’m so tired, take me home,
I’m leaning on your arms to take me home.
In the winter of ’44,
In the war-torn town of Bastogne,
Shivering in a foxhole,
The young man waits all alone.
All his buddies have fallen around him,
Their blood spilled red on the snow.
As the bullets fly, he prays, “Lord, get me home.”
Take me home, take me home.
I’m so tired, take me home
To the child I’ve never seen. Lord, I want to watch her grow.
Take me home, take me home.
I’m so tired, take me home,
I’m leaning on Your arms to take me home.
Well, the years go by, and God does not fail.
The young man and his family grow
‘Til the day he’s a grandpa, telling his grandson
‘Bout his wartime days in the snow.
“Grandpa, weren’t you afraid they would get you?
When you wanted to hide, where’d you go?”
Grandpa smiles and says,
“Boy, to the best friend I’ll ever know.”
In the Springtime of ’05,
A man full of years, grown old,
His body is swiftly failing,
But his family is safely grown,
And his wife has gone on before him.
He knows that his time has come,
He smiles and says, “Lord, when You’re ready….take me home.”
Take me home, take me home.
I’m so tired, take me home
To the place where I am loved, where my loved ones all will go.
Take me home, take me home.
Lord, I’m tired, take me home.
I’m leaning on Your arms to take me home.
I’m leaning on Your arms to take me….home.
7. Brave American Knight
by David G. Moore
Driving home one day after hours of monotonous office work,
Saw a man sitting by the road; looked as one down on his luck.
Paid small notice to the figure; my lonely life was in a rut.
He was just another beggar holding out a shiny tin cup.
But something was rather uncharacteristic about this scene.
His old camouflaged fatigues were those of a U.S. marine.
No legs dangled from his wheelchair, but he sat tall, proud, and upright.
Many ribbons bore evidence of America’s finest knight.
Walked up to the stranger – what was left of a man sitting there.
No others near, just us two, and the pall of pathos in the air.
His hair unkempt, a shaggy beard, he stared as each car would stop,
Lest he miss a coin or, pray, a bill into his cup one might drop.
In horror saw that the cup was held by an artificial hand.
An ear had been severed; thumb on other hand, one eye was blind.
He acknowledged my presence, tipped his military cap.
As he did, I observed scars occupied most of his scalp.
Asked how life brought him to this intersection on life’s highway.
From boot camp was deployed to “play in the sand” in land over there.
“Sir,” he said, “From high school my great desire was to serve my country.
Fighting with my buddies one night, my jeep hit unseen IED.”
“In flames and smoke I fought to breathe; felt that my life was slipping on.
Could barely hear, could scarcely see, and knew that my right arm was gone.
My head was bleeding profusely; could not feel my legs or left hand.
I begged God to let me die on the sands of Afghanistan.”
“The corpsman came with tears rolling down his face and with choking voice,
Said soldier, it’s your legs, I have to amputate, I have no choice.
There are other injuries, got to rush; choppers are on our right,
You hang in there, Marine; I salute you, brave American knight.”
The more he spoke, the colder the chills that ran up and down my spine.
Thoughtlessness and selfishness exposed a depravity of mind.
Self-pity, self-indulgence, resignation had poisoned my soul.
Changed by man with no legs, he stands ten feet tall on my honor roll.
Perhaps next time a soldier we meet at the mall or on the street,
Honor and salute those who served, even died, that we may live free.
Army, Air Force, Coast Guard, Navy or Marine, guards of freedom’s light.
Grateful for those who wore the uniform, brave American knights.
8. The Revolutionary Soldier’s Bequest
by Hannah Flagg Gould
“Behold,” the hoary veteran said,
“The silver scattered o’er my head;
A remnant of the auburn hair,
That curled in sunny clusters there,
When, in the land that now is thine,
With bounding flock and fruitful vine,
While Freedom’s banner waves unfurled,
The envy of a gazing world,
Life was but slavery to me;
And when I fought, my son, for thee.
“Thy father’s forehead time has bared;
The few white locks, that yet are spared
And lonely round my temples stray,
Soon from thy sight must pass away.
So thinned, so scattered o’er the land
Is now that valiant, patriot band,
Who, when their country gave the word,
‘ To arms! to arms! gird on thy sword!’
Sprang forth, resolved her chains to break,
Or earth their gory bed to make.
And, gathering where their chieftain led,
Thick as the hairs that clothed his head,
Marched onward, where the foeman stood
Waiting to dip his foot in blood.
“Though many a groan was heard around
From quivering lips that strewed the ground;
Yet none could pause to bid farewell,
When at his side his brother fell,
To close alone the dying eye—
To heave unheard the final sigh,
With none to stay the fleeting breath,
Or wipe away the damps of death.
For struggling Liberty impelled,
When nature’s ties had fain withheld;
Until the God of armies spake
The word, that made her bonds to break.
And Independence, shouting loud,
Burst glorious from the fiery cloud
That rolled upon the battle-field,
And scenes of blood and death concealed!
‘T was thus thy liberty was won,
‘T was thus I fought for thee, my son!
“Yes, on the earth I’ve sought my rest,
The hoar-frost gathering o’er my breast;
And oft the freezing, midnight air
That chilled my blood, has warmed my prayer,
That He, who governs all, would ride
With victory on our injured side.
Through winter’s cold, and summer’s heat,
With aching head and weary feet,
And hunger’s cravings I have gone;
And when I saw the morning dawn,
Have thought my day of life must close,
Ere the first star of evening rose.
“But now those toils have long been o’er,
And Plenty spreads from shore to shore;
While Peace and Freedom join to sing
The praises of our heavenly King.
And long his eye has sweetly slept,
Who then in lonely sorrow wept,
And bowed with years beneath the stroke,
When his last earthly prop was broke,
And his fair son, upon the plain,
Lay pale, and numbered with the slain.
The widow too, has made her bed
Low as her soldier’s when he bled,
And waning life could only spare
A breath to waft the soldier’s prayer,
‘Receive, O God, my soul—and bless
The widow and the fatherless!’
“And now, the dimpled babe that smiled,
When the armed warrior clasped his child;
And felt a father’s parting kiss
Distend his little heart with bliss;
Nor knew that parting kiss must sever
His father’s face from his for ever;
That infant’s face is altered now,
Life’s Autumn rays are on his brow.
While bending o’er the grave I stand
Waiting a few last grains of sand,
To drop my clay beneath the sod
And give my spirit back to God.
“No glittering wealth that stored the mine,
Will at thy father’s death be thine.
The scanty portion earth bestows
Just lasts me to my journey’s close!
But then, I feel I leave thee more
Than sparkling gems, or dazzling ore;
Thy heritage is worth them all—
Thy lines in pleasant places fall,
Thou hast the land of liberty,
Which I have fought to win for thee.
O, keep the dear bequest I make
Unsullied, for my memory’s sake!
Let no usurping tyrant tread
Upon my low and peaceful bed—
No cringing slave retire to weep
For freedom, where my ashes sleep.
But when the hand of Time shall trace
His name in furrows on thy face;
When four-score years have plucked thy hair,
And bowed thy form their weight to bear;
When thou the minute hand shalt see
Pointing thy feet to follow me,
To God, and to thy country true,
Then, for a heavenly home in view,
Thou to thy son this land resign
As blessed and free, as I to mine.”
Veterans Day Poems That Rhyme
The poems about Veterans Day with rhyming words give a unique way to celebrate our military veterans. These poems use clever wordplay to cherish the sacrifices of those who have served.
1. PTSD Is Real
by Randall W. West
Behold the aging soldier. He’s grown longer in the tooth.
He wears the scars of battle that had squandered all his youth.
Although his war has ended, he finds much to his dismay.
The demons that now haunt him just don’t seem to go away.
He performed his duty proudly as he served his time in hell.
The nightmares still upset him, but he hides it very well.
He tries to carry happy thoughts when he lays down to sleep.
But they all will soon turn ugly ’cause his wounds are far too deep.
Outsiders just don’t realize what may happen to these vets.
Their memories often fill them with a ton of life’s regrets.
Try to keep them in your prayers so peace is what they find.
So many of them can’t go on and they often lose their mind.
2. Remember
by Greta Zwaan
The cold November wind blows while memories stir again,
Thoughts of strife and hardships, of anguish and of pain.
Though time has dimmed the heartaches, the imprints are still there.
The poppies at the graveside, the comrades knelt in prayer.
So many men have fallen, so many lives were lost;
The price to pay for freedom exacts a heavy cost.
Dare we forget the battles that raged on foreign shores,
And live in ease and comfort, far from the cannon’s roars?
Lest we forget the reason, lest we forget the tears,
Lest we forget the message passed on throughout the years,
We gather to remember, to honour those who’ve died,
And thank God for the vet’rans who still stand at our side.
They fought in quest of freedom, they conquered, then returned.
Today we pay them homage, a tribute they have earned!
We wear the blood red poppy, the pipes play the lament,
We pause for just a moment, the message has been sent:
“LEST WE FORGET,” it beckons, lest we have fought in vain,
REMEMBER! Oh, REMEMBER! Lest we face war again!”
3. The Soldier
by Gary S. Spears
I pledge allegiance to the American Flag; forever may she wave.
God bless those covered with her as they’re lowered to their grave.
We must not take for granted the freedoms that we share
and the soldiers that protect us in our darkest hour.
Soldiers leave their loved ones to heed their country’s call,
ready to place their lives in danger, willing to give it all.
Sleepless nights and endless days are common, but they know
without the blood of patriots, the freedom tree won’t grow.
Through hail, rain, snow, and heat, blood, sweat, and tears,
they march into the heat of battle, pushing aside their fears.
When the physical battle is over, the mental battle begins.
For some, it’s only temporary, for others, it never ends,
so pray for all of our soldiers, and let us never forget
we can never repay them; we will always be in their debt.
4. Fallen Heroes
by Roger Loiseau
Fallen heroes one by one,
In the news there’s another one.
Whether they fight or whether they are on call,
It’s time to thank them once and for all.
To all you soldiers across the land,
Whether on call or in the promised land,
You’re in our hearts, you’re in our souls.
We thank you greatly as the conflicts unfold.
Fallen heroes one by one,
Let’s pray to God there’s not another one.
Whether they fought for our freedom or whether they are on call,
It’s time to thank them one and all.
5. Sons of Veterans
by John P. Keys
Sons of Veterans! our fathers shed
Their blood to rear the Union’s fame;
For this our fearless banner spread
On many a gory plain.
Sons of Veterans! let no one dare
On mountain, valley, prairie, flood,
By hurling down that temple there,
To desecrate that blood.
Sons of Veterans, the right shall live, while faction dies?
All traitors draw a fleeting breath,
But patriots drank from God’s own eyes
Truth’s light, that conquers death.
Sons of Veterans, take the colors,
Never lower the silken bars;
Ever be a band of brothers,
Rallying round the Stripes and Stars.
Sons of Veterans, our fathers are growing
Fewer, fewer, year by year;
Thick the graves with colors flowing,
Yellow is the leaf and sear.
Sons of Veterans, swear to keep the banner flying
Tho’ foreign foe or traitor’s band
Should strew the fields with dead and dying,
And other flags pollute the land.
Sons of Veterans, we are given
That which all our hearts revere,
Though it should be rent and riven,
It will conquer, never fear.
6. Hot Again
by Ivan Clyde Lake
Do you recall that tranquil night
We walked a while in lunar light,
The long, lone country road ahead,
The talk of brave men helmeted?
Do you recall the prayer we made?
“Dear God: Let not this brightness fade,
But soon, where armines fight and die,
Bring peace like that which rules Your sky.”
Now we have lived to see a peace
When dangers mount and fears increae,
And in the veins of jungle-men
The blood of war is hot again.
So now, dear God, we pray anew;
“Your sky today is calm and blue,
And may Your earth beneath accent
The saneness of Your firmament.”
7. Mr. Leather
by Patricia L. Cisco
From year to year he drifts alone.
His story only few have known.
About a boy who went to war,
and there he stayed forevermore.
His leathered skin and graying hair,
his tattered clothes and gazing stare,
standing tall, yet head so low,
he carries scars we’ll never know.
So know that our freedom isn’t free.
It came from heroes such as he!
8. The Veteran and the Child
by Hannah Flagg Gould
‘Come, grandfather, show how you carried your gun
To the field, where America’s freedom was won,
Or bore your old sword, which you say was new then,
When you rose to command, and led forward your men;
And tell how you felt with the balls whizzing by,
Where the wounded fell round you, to bleed and to die!’
The prattler had stirred, in the veteran’s breast,
The embers of fire that had long been at rest.
The blood of his youth rushed anew through his veins;
The soldier returned to his weary campaigns;
His perilous battles at once fighting o’er,
While the soul of nineteen lit the eye of four-score.
“I carried my musket, as one that must be
But loosed from the hold of the dead, or the free!
And fearless I lifted my good, trusty sword,
In the hand of a mortal, the strength of the Lord!
In battle, my vital flame freely, I felt
Should go, but the chains of my country to melt!”
“I sprinkled my blood upon Lexington’s sod,
And Charlestown’s green height to the war-drum I trod.
From the fort, on the Hudson, our guns I depressed,
The proud coming sail of the foe to arrest.
I stood at Stillwater, the Lakes, and White Plains,
And offered for freedom to empty my veins!”
“Dost now ask me, child, since thou hear’st where I ve been,
Why my brow is so furrowed, my locks white and thin—
Why this faded eye cannot go by the line,
Trace out little beauties, and sparkle like thine;
Or why so unstable his tremulous knee,
Who bore ‘sixty years since,’ such perils for thee?”
“What! sobbing so quick? are the tears going to start?
Come! lean thy young head on thy grandfather’s heart!
It has not much longer to glow with the joy
I feel thus to clasp thee, so noble a boy!
But when in earth’s bosom it long has been cold,
A man, thou ‘lt recall, what, a babe, thou art told.”
9. They Keep Us Free
by Roger Robicheau
In time of need their will is sure
American, their freedom pure
Protect our life and liberty
Unselfishly, they keep us free
Each soldier knows what is at stake
The risk is grave, there’s no mistake
With pride they serve our country strong
They face each foe to come along
Remember them while in your home
Or where you choose to freely roam
Don’t take for granted what you see
Some left this life, so it could be
To God I urge you all to pray
For soldier’s brave, to face each day
We should be thankful, one and all
For those who march to meet each call
Veterans Day Poems for Kindergarten
These Veterans Day Poems for kids are perfect for introducing young children. Using simple language helps kids understand the sacrifices made by those who serve our country.
1. Real Heroes
by Roger Robicheau
Real heroes wear our uniform
You’ll see no numbers, that’s the norm
They do not strive to get rich quick
Their mission firm, oh how they click
To serve us faithful is their cause
Determined minds, they’ll never pause
Sincere, they love our country true
Sleep well my friends, they serve for you
We sometimes see them on our shore
While others brave a foreign tour
So trained and drilled to do it all
In time of need they’ll meet each call
They make a total treasured sight
No finer known, a mom’s delight
God hold them safe and keep them well
Till soldiers return home to dwell
2. Home of the Brave
by Roger Robicheau
Through the feel of war they brave this day
How proud they stand, their unselfish way
Our soldiers bear what we cannot see
They assure our right to live life free
Each trained will face an unknown fate
Our support they need, don’t hesitate
Just imagine how this land would be
Without their courage – catastrophe
All the liberties we have grown to know
Would not exist, this life would go
Find a thankfulness within your mind
Speak gratitude for our bravest kind
Have the willingness to show you care
For fallen heroes, hold back no tear
Reach out to God with his guiding light
For our troops do pray, both day and night
America raise your flags to wave
For we truly are ‘home of the brave’
3. Of This Nation
by Roger Robicheau
Grand flag of this nation, in freedom flies
Hued red, white, and blue, capturing eyes
The brave of this nation, marching by row
Determined in mission, each foe shall know
Our way has survived, because of their will
Don’t ever forget, this fact you should drill
Take life at this moment, hold memories firm
For lessons well learned, should be long-term
Be proud of this nation, do well by your days
Hold God in your vision, don’t live in a maze
Take love from the heart, do spread it today
Such wealth held inside, is cause for dismay
Stay mindful of those who put all on the line
Support them, do help them, don’t be off-line
God Bless all fine people, good deeds they do
Hold on to what’s right, a great point of view
4. Because of You
by Roger Robicheau
You put it on the line for us
We won’t forget, you are A-Plus
This country stands because of you
Your service seals red white, and blue
No better troops embrace this earth
Thank God for you, our greatest worth
We pray for you both night and day
God be with you along your way
You wear your uniform with pride
And use your skills, so well applied
The rank you hold does mean one thing
You’re a GI and you are first-string
Be well assured we back you strong
How proud we say ‘that you belong’
Without your will – to walk the walk
We’d have no right – to talk the talk
5. The Pride of Our Country
by Roger Robicheau
Today as before, our brave do fight
For a land they love, a flag so right
The pride of our country, yes they are
The strength of our nation, best by far
Just as our brave from each war gone by
They march for us proudly, flag held high
From all over this land they come to serve
They’re taught by the best, this they deserve
When troops give their all, the world does see
Whether serving on land, in the air, or at sea
The pride from this country, march through war
With home drawn strength, held deep in their core
Our best are so awesome, their loved ones well know
May God guide their journey where they – for us – go
What these brave must have is support from their own
The love from their people, firm thankfulness shown
Our greatest achievement is that we’re still free
Please take time and ponder who caused this to be
6. One Nation Under God
by Roger Robicheau
One Nation Under God we live
Think about all some had to give
We the people share freedom’s life
In a world of ever present strife
Be grateful to those who keep this true
Warriors of our red, white, and blue
They’re trained by those of great skill
Honed to perform, so strong their will
They show what love is all about
They’ll fight for us, there is no doubt
Defending bravely what we are
No holding back each heartfelt star
Highly praise these men and women
Giving thanks time and again
Those in uniform will always be
The golden pride of this country
7. Their Courage
by Roger Robicheau
Their courage deems utmost respect
Their mission clear, our way protect
It’s sure to each what they must do
No give or take, keep freedom true
With the grand old flag, they’ll unite
Whenever they must, march to fight
A life we know counts hard on them
Without their ranks, hellish problem
If our Armed Forces ceased to be
How long could we survive as free
Let’s well realize the truthful score
We need our troops just like before
Boils down to this, words to engrave
Land of The Free, Due to The Brave
God Bless each one for being there
Their loved ones too, unending care
Hope born from love touches the will
Do back them strong, means to fulfill
Americans – Who Serve To Give
One Nation – Under God We Live
8. Your Coming Home
by Roger Robicheau
In thrill I wait, you’ll soon be home
Your land, past oceans white with foam
I brave each day till our eyes meet
Your treasured heart, I miss its beat
Such want to have you close to me
Will soon come true, God let it be
When you arrive I won’t be shy
You’ll see excitement, I may cry
I’ll rush to hold my soldier tight
With all my heart and all my might
Emotions will so fill the day
I’ll be the child who loves to play
I’ll beam with pride to be with you
You are the best, no doubt, so true
The time we share will help me through
When days do come without dear you
Your coming home is all I need
Be safe my precious one, Goodspeed
Patriotic Veterans Day Poems
The Patriotic Veterans Day poems for kids are a great way to teach children. These poems use patriotic themes to inspire young minds and instill a sense of pride in them.
1. Take a Moment to Thank a Veteran
by Joanna Fuchs
When you see someone in a uniform,
Someone who serves us all,
Doing military duty,
Answering their country’s call,
Take a moment to thank them
For protecting what you hold dear;
Tell them you are proud of them;
Make it very clear.
Just tap them on the shoulder,
Give a smile, and say,
“Thanks for what you’re doing
To keep us safe in the USA!”
2. Dear Veterans
by Gabriella Dalmolin
You don’t know me but I feel as though I know you.
You wear a uniform, and you wear it proud.
I wear a suit to work but not for a battle ground.
You don’t know me but I feel as though I know you.
I don’t know how you do what you do or have done what you’ve done
I know I have great admiration as I can’t imagine your job being any fun.
You don’t have the happy hours,
You don’t have the flowers,
You don’t have the luxury of those nice hot showers.
You don’t know me but I feel as though I know you,
I know you have courage, I know you have the fight
And nothing about what you do should ever be considered light.
You leave behind who knows you best,
You family, your friends, and I am sure your pets.
I would never be in line to wear the boots that stomp or the medals that shine.
Every time I see you in the colors of honor it sends shivers up my spine.
You see, I don’t know you but I do know me.
A person who is humbled and free.
You don’t know me but I feel as though I know you
You have fought for me, a stranger that you may not know,
There are millions of us that you carry in tow.
Thank you is all I can say with all my heart
For wearing the uniform and doing your part.
I honor you on this day, and for fighting for the red, white and blue…
You see, You don’t know me but I feel as though I know you.
3. I Have a Rendezvous with Death
by Alan Seeger
I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade,
And apple-blossoms fill the air-
I have a rendezvous with Death
When Spring brings back blue days and fair.
It may be he shall take my hand
And lead me into his dark land
And close my eyes and quench my breath–
It may be I shall pass him still.
I have a rendezvous with Death
On some scarred slope of battered hill,
When Spring comes round again this year
And the first meadow-flowers appear.
God knows ’twere better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where love throbs out in blissful sleep,
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear…
But I’ve a rendezvous with Death
At midnight in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
4. A Route for the Procession
by Anonymous
Where shall the veterans march to-day.
With drum and fife and with banners gay.
Where shall they take their memorial way?
Let them march by the city hall,
Let them shout to its echoing wall,
“Live for your country the first of all.”
Let them march by the great church door.
There will they cry, “Hear the weak implore,
Free the oppressed and the wronged restore.”
Let them march by the public school,
Shouting, “Children, be no man’s fool;
Ever stand for the righteous rule.”
Let them march by the marts of trade,
Singing, “Rich men, be not afraid;
Of manhood only is true wealth made.”
Let them march by the grimy mill,
There let them cry, “In the present I’ll
Work for a better, and better still.”
Let them march by the playhouse fair,
Shouting, “Pleasurers debonair,
Do not forget the world of care.”
Let them march to the graveyard near,
Saying, “Heroes, our brothers dear,
Soon we too shall be lying here.”
5. The Life of a Soldier
by Jodi M. Kucera
We have an understanding, you and I.
We sit in silence; nothing needs to be said.
I know the weight you carry.
You hold your head high, but inside you cry.
The life of a soldier is not an easy one.
Memories haunt you!
But you stand tall and show no fear.
The life of a soldier is not an easy one.
You hear voices of days past come rushing to your head.
You think to yourself, “He was a good one; why is he dead?”
You wonder if you should have done things differently.
No time to think, only react.
The life of a soldier is not an easy one.
The guilt is too much to bear.
Although you were wounded, you question,
“Why him and not me?”
You can’t forget the faces that were there.
The life of a soldier is not an easy one.
We have an understanding, you and I.
You’re a soldier for life; and it has not been an easy one.
6. Marine’s Hymn
by Anonymous
From the Halls of Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country’s battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.
Our flag’s unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in ev’ry clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.
Here’s health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we’ve fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven’s scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
7. The Forgotten One’s Country as Flag
by Merrill Vaughan
They are forgotten, these men and women
Many of whom delayed their education
They gave up their lives, to answer our Nation’s Bell
Some served in places that only equaled hell
They went to war, these brave young men, and women
Wars that they fought against tyranny and oppression
They used up so much of their young lives
Some hopes and dreams were shattered, beyond belief
They preserved and protected, our way of life that we hold so dear
Some came home broken in body and spirit, their friends no longer near
Some are homeless and lonely, that only others know
Memories fade, as they come and go
Some hide their memories of horrors they have seen
In hopes, the nightmares do not return, so they can sleep
Some are placed into nursing homes, only to be cared for by strangers
To be forgotten, by friends and family members
Yes, these are our veterans, some broken and forgotten
Let us NEVER forget who they are, and ALWAYS remember them.
8. Lost Dreams
by Dennis Fillhart
I didn’t want to go
But I had to, you know
I was snatched from “cruisin’ the strip” time
While it was still in it’s prime
While old friends listened to “Good Golly Miss Molly”
I was sent after a poor guy named “Charlie”
I didn’t know why, it was his homeland
Not like it was serious crude under sand
I toured the ‘Nam in ’68
Confused and, thank God, not full of hate
I hoped I would get back without pain
And while there, I found 21 in the rain
I was taught not to run away
When it’s time to pay
And the price of freedom I should enjoy today
Was the sacrifice of my youthful days
Adrift without a prayer
And shattered by inhuman care
You found me lost in ’71’s scene
Dragin’ behind me shreds of what was once a dream
Final Thoughts
Veterans Day is a special day to thank our military members for their service and sacrifice.
It’s a time to reflect on their bravery and commitment to our country. The poems for Veterans Day in this article serve as a way to express our gratitude and respect for their service.
We hope these Veterans Day poems motivate you to take a moment to thank a veteran for their service and sacrifice.
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