Flags on porches,
A warm, lazy day.
A party next door;
I hear music play.
On Facebook the pictures
Of soldiers so brave.
They’re not having picnics —
On duty they stay.
Summer is starting,
Graduations abound.
But will there be freedom
The next time around?
Sometimes I get lazy
On these holidays,
But I look up the history
Of men who were brave.
So many memories
Of summers are found.
The power to do good
Is freedom profound.
People are traveling,
The summer’s the time,
But will there be freedom
The next time around?
clarakatalin 
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