Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Women in Uniform


They were patriotic heroes
For many weary years
I know that there were many times
When these ladies shed some tears

They were devoted to their country
They did everything they could
To make the world around them better
Because they felt they should

When there was a need of any kind
They stepped up to the plate
Setting aside their own lives
Being heroes was their fate

So let’s raise the flag of honor
And to them we give a salute
They helped to keep our country free
And deserve a special tribute!

Submitted: Sunday, May 20, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011
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