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I always sign my poems with: "J.O.V.D." (Jeanne Oostvogels van Dijk) and the date

Some thoughts on the

American war cemetery in Margraten

Why

A veteran a day

We pay

Attention to

A person that

We call a vet

Did everything for you.

.

His youthful nerve

Made him deserve

A lifelong memory

Much gratitude

No attitude

About undying glory

.

Doubt away

But everyday

Your life has peace

Thank him

Histories dim

But not his memories

.

Some gave all

The living recall

Their never forgotten mates

They know the place

Look on his face

And all the retched dates

.

Brave still

Silently they will

Cary this lonely pain

Our will to memorize

A veterans sacrifice

Shows it was not in vein

.

Why people re-enact

And often collect

Is in honor of those men

Who didn't dare

But still were there

With Garant, pistol or Bren

.

Not to kill

Just at will

But to free us all

They don't ask

But our task

Is a good memorial

.

Happy Veterans Day

J.O.V.D. June 3 2005

Thank you guys !!!

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FRITZ...................

Dear special person in our life,

You send us a good reason,

To realize that lifelong friends,

Can be met after many a season.

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You became a friend before we were born,

But little did we know about your kindness

We first needed to raise some kids,

Who would solve our historical blindness.

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They taught us about our past,

And the fight for our liberation,

They asked us to help them contact

People from another generation

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The warmth that you would bring them,

We could never have imagined at the start,

A word a gesture a picture a story,

Brought you all right in the boy's heart.

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You are for them a Timberwolf

The symbol of their liberty and freedom

They cherish you and love you all

They'll remember you whatever may come.

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And you dear Fritz bring many a smile

In this simple household we share

So may we thank you from our heart

that you still are able to care.

Joe
The little sparkle in a star,
that is the kind of friend you are,
The sunray when our days grow dim,
The drain when cups are filled to the brim,
A reason to always go on living
That is the feeling you are giving
You saved our kin and our land
And still you continue to take a stand
That makes us proud that we may say
You personally called us your friends today.

And first he dreamed of peace on earth

Thought he should try to keep it

And then he dreamed of peace on earth

And figured how to get it

And so his dream went on and on

He started to protect it

His dream was old but he stayed young

And died while he believed in it

And many scorned him for his effort

But he still knew it was worth it.

For what he fought for should one day come

So he kept coming back to fight for it.

And people protested and misunderstood

But he fought on and knew it was good

He didn't fight for sympathy

But for the magic liberty

And looking back in history

He may have sometimes been clumsy

But always reached his goal somehow

And that is why so many now

Are able to protest

Against what he knows is best.

jovd2001

An old man siting at the fireplace

All his old memories etched in his face.

What he had to go through to become old and wise

It hasn't exactly been the road to paradise

Christmas,

An old woman a lady still busy today,

For she as a woman knows how to hope and to pray

And in her memory she caries days of the past

Some missed but many she's glad they didn't last.

Christmas,

A world so changed since the days of their youth,

Some for the bad and some for the good,

But still the same year after year

Is the spirit of Christmas that brings a bit of cheer.

Christmas,

Although we are younger our days may go fast,

And soon we to will sit there, and look at the past,

We may not be wiser or dumber but dear,

Will be the memories of those who disappear.

Christmas

And so from the past to the future one day,

We'll sit by our fire looking wiser and gray,

And we'll carry the memories and gladly share,

With whoever will listen and whoever will care.

Christmas

And so, long after today, when we're no longer there.

There still will be people who'll know and who'll care,

That the peace they enjoy now did come at a cost.

And they'll cherish it forever because it must not get lost.

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Oh stupid life

and beautiful dreams

You never touch

or so it seems

But should you ever

come together

The question is

would it be better?

We are in fact all veterans,

but not of war and battle

so we should all appreciate

and call out, maybe rattle

...

Just make a joyful noise

and proudly then call out

not ever again and nowhere

that would make us proud

...

Come peace for all

so no more death

no hatred and fear

with every breath

...

No mother who had

to bury her son

because he had to fight

over a far horizon

...

No father proud

with a heart filled of pain

for a son or daughter

who died in vain.

...

No child that never

really knew a parent

because a terrorist

was on an arrant

...

No memories to haunt

while you grow old

of what you had to do

but never told

...

Just peace for all

and appreciation

for people, religion

and every nation

...

Please don't attend us,

to your religion or color,

true freedom is free,

that's what you go for.

...

Let us just be people

come religion or look

let's try and heal

no matter what it took

...

Start a new world

gone with old sore

and enjoy together

your life so much more

...

So that in 50 years

people may say

why on earth mom or dad

is there a Veterans Day.

More to come in a short while

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