Poem:
Inspired by this picture I took awhile back. I knew I had to dedicate it to those who have fallen on the battlefield, but waited until the perfect time. These are my interpretations of what they have to go through and what they have to leave behind. Whether or not the cause is justified, real people are out there giving it their all. Real emotions, real lives, they all remain at risk. We can only hope for a future free of blood and graves.

Picture:
Taken at the local flower garden. I saw these beautiful flowers -- of which I do not know the name of -- sitting alone. Near them was the American flag so gallantly hanging. I had my friend hold still the flag, forming a background, while I took a picture. I had no idea what it would turn into at the time, but I later realized the yellow has symbolic meaning in regards to the American flag.

I hope everyone enjoys this and dwells, even if just for a minute or two, on the lives of those out there.