Remembering. Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Remembering.
I saw you standing on your porch.
You were dressed in some funny close.
You waved to me and I waved to you.
I asked my dad who you were.He said you were one of the neighbor boy.
I asked him why you were dressed in those humorous close.
Then my dad said to me.He said, That you were dressed in a uniform.
He serves our country as a member of the arm service.
He does his time to protect us at all times.
A few days later I meet him once more.
I get close to him and I said I remember you.
Thank you very much for my freedom And may God bless you