Friday, May 15, 2009

"Respect. Honor. Remember."

It's still Friday, isn't it? I've been meaning to post this edition of Poetry Friday all day but then I got sucked in by a couple of Lifetime movies and before I knew it, the whole day was gone. But I wanted to make sure that everyone knew that this week has been National Police Week. You still have one more day to show your support by tying a blue ribbon around the antenna of your car or replacing your porch light with a blue lightbulb. But if you really want to show your support for police officers you can come over and wash my husband's uniforms and cook him dinner. I--I mean he--would really appreciate that.

And maybe you could mow the yard, too? That would be really nice.

A Nation's Strength by Ralph Waldo Emerson

What makes a nation's pillars high
And it's foundations strong?
What makes it mighty to defy
The foes that round it throng?

It is not gold. Its kingdoms grand
Go down in battle shock;
Its shafts are laid on sinking sand,
Not on abiding rock.

Is it the sword? Ask the red dust
Of empires passed away;
The blood has turned their stones to rust,
Their glory to decay.

And is it pride? Ah, that bright crown
Has seemed to nations sweet;
But God has struck its luster down
In ashes at his feet.

Not gold but only men 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.

Law Enforcement Memorial Service 2009

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  1. Wow! My best friend's husband is a NYC police officer. I am sure he'd appreciate this poem! Thanks for sharing.

  2. i am afraid i don't like policemen. in our small town of 1200, we have seventeen policemen and they all during a day sit under an apple tree near my house waiting for DOG AT LARGE...i actusally got a summonds or supena that said, find this man day or night , no effort is too small and bring him to me judge joe birenholt...well i had har rock labor to work off my fine....moving a complete library{all the books} across one street and still they are after me....i am serious 6am or 9am or 11am or 12noon or 1 in the afternoon or 3 in the afternoon or dinner time 6 at night or even midnight ...all the cat owners keep reporting me and my dog is kenneled and secure, but for a chance to get me for dog at large they will camp by my the putz

  3. Great poem can tell your husband I said thanks for all the great work. It can be a thankless job at times.
    Have a wonderful weekend, sorry I can't help with those uniforms right now hon!

  4. Ali, thanks for stopping by my blog on my SITS day! Love your blog, and this post is great too!


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