The Old Barber Shop

In memory of my dad.

The Old Barber Shop

At the old barber chair, he stood and cut hair
From early to sometimes late night
With clippers he’d clip, and shears he would snip
Until the cut was just right

With a skill now unknown, he could sharpen and hone
His straight razor on the old leather strop
A haircut was two bits, a shave fifteen cents
Years ago at the old barber shop

As he lathered the brush, there was no need to rush
Time moved more slowly back then
With skill and finesse his shaves passed the test
From the young to the grizzled old men

A small child would cry and his patience try
For when his 1st haircut came time
So they promised the boy some candy or toy
And a trip to the old Five and Dime

The barbershop is now gone and there’s a beauty salon
Where men go to have their hair styled
With these newfangled ways they have now a days
I think back on those times and I smile

There was many a shave and haircut he gave
From fathers to sons and granddads
They all would agree, as they proudly told me
It was the best haircut they ever had

He took pride in his work from it didn’t shirk
When silver had covered his hair
I now look back and see with fond memories
My dad at the old barber chair

Sue Ikerd
January 17, 2004

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The Old Soldier and the Flag

When I was growing up the 4th of July was a special day in my hometown beginning with a parade around the court house square. They still have that parade and it’s known for being one of the longest held parades in the country surviving for well over 100 years.
Veterans were at the head of the parade as honor guards, carrying the flag. One soldier stood out in my memory. He was still able to wear his WWII uniform and wore it proudly as he led the parade for over 50 years. When I was small I didn’t realize what these soldiers had gone through, their sacrifice and the gift of freedom they had given us. I wrote this poem in memory of them and all the veterans as we celebrate our country’s birthday and freedom.

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THE OLD SOLDIER AND THE FLAG

His uniform was a little frayed and the brass had lost its shine
But it brought back memories of when he was in his prime

Of fought battles and lost buddies, he could never talk about
But he was proud he had served, of this there was no doubt

So with pride he donned it every year on July the Fourth
And he held Old Glory high as proudly he stepped forth

To lead the parade in his hometown as he had for 50 years
But sadly time had taken its toll and now the old man feared

That this might be his last parade and who would take his place
As he marched around the courthouse square at now a slower pace

It seemed no one paid respect to the flag as it passed by
It wasn’t like this years ago and he sadly heaved a sigh

And then he stumbled and the flag almost touched the ground
From somewhere a hand steadied him and he slowly looked around

As a young soldier stepped to his side from amongst the crowd
And took the flag from the old vet’s hand as the young man vowed

“I’ll gladly carry our country’s flag, you see it’s now my turn
You’ve served Old Glory faithfully and a rest you’ve duly earned”

The old soldier breathed a sigh and his heart now swelled with pride
And together they marched down the street, two soldiers side by side

Remember our country’s freedom wasn’t earned without a price
Through the years soldiers bought it with their lives and sacrifice

When you see the flag waving in the air, view it with respect
And give thanks and say a prayer for those who defend and protect

For now and future generations, may it fly forever free
May God bless America, this land of liberty

Sue Ikerd
03-03-03

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Birth of Freedom

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Birth of Freedom

I wrote this after a visit to Boston and Lexington Green. It was so moving to walk on the Green and hear the story of how these brave men had the courage to fight for and found our country and how our freedom was born.

April 19, 1775

Mad King George said take their guns and confiscate their powder
We must stop these scallywags, their drumbeat’s growing louder

At Lexington Green in predawn light as the church bells tolled
Minutemen stood for battle, patriots brave and bold

Through morning fog the redcoats came, then began the confrontation
What happened on that April morn launched the birth of our great nation

Then down the road at Concord as the breath of freedom swirled
Began the War of Independence with the shot heard round the world

With triumph over tyranny they framed the Constitution
And vowed the freedoms for all citizens with fearless resolution

The Signers pledged their fortunes, their lives and sacred honor
On the protection of Divine Providence they would pray to garner

They signed the Declaration and declared their independence
Forging a brand new nation for all of their descendants

“What a glorious morning for America”, Sam Adams was heard to say
I wonder what he would think if he were here today

With In God We Trust our motto, so may it always be
May the country our forefather died for, remain forever free

Sue Ikerd
March 4 2013

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OUR FLAG

OUR FLAG

Beginning with Washington, through history and time
A symbol of freedom in story and rhyme
It was watched through the night by Francis Scott Key
As he penned the words, “Oh say can you see”
Through our country’s wars it continued to fly
On Iwo Jima brave men hoisted it high
Raised on nine eleven midst the rubble and dust
Showing the world that “In God We Trust”
Patriots and presidents, it’s covered their coffin
Over many brave soldiers’ it’s been draped too often
Tri-fold  presented to mothers and wives
In tribute to heroes who gave their lives
It’s been walked and spat on, reviled and spurned
Desecrated and hated, rejected and burned
Those who denounce it don’t realize
Their freedom was given by others who died
To preserve Old Glory they took a stand
So this flag still flies freely all over our land
Each color has meaning, each stripe and each star
And it’s colors grew bolder through terror and war
It’s flown over our country down through the years
It’s fabric was woven with blood, bravery and tears

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Sue Ikerd
April 21, 2015

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Freedom Isn’t Free

FREEDOM ISN’T FREE

I lost my life at Valley Forge my hand froze to my gun

I was but still a lad my life had just begun

Because we chose to bravely fight and die for liberty

Our great nation did emerge

Freedom isn’t free

It was spring at Chancelorsville I fought in a field stained red

We rallied against the foe while around us lay the dead

I lost my life that fateful day in 1863

To right the wrong and unite our land

Freedom isn’t free

Poppies grow in Flanders Field, their numbers rival the dead

Each bloom denotes a life cut short this field is now their bed

Men fought in this foreign land from homes across the sea

They gave their lives for their beliefs

Freedom isn’t free

The sun shines on fields at Normandy with crosses overgrown

Gleaming white among the rows stands mine with the word “UNKNOWN”

My name is lost my face forgot I died for lives yet to be

That you might live in this great land

Freedom isn’t free

They fought in trenches cold and damp in deserts hot and dry

In jungles dense they thought of home, as they were about to die

Our flag still waves above our land because of men like these

We can’t forget their sacrifice

Freedom isn’t free

Evil men have rose to power down through the many years

They ruled the land and oppressed man with torture, hate and fear

When a tyrant is defeated and their power ceased to be

It’s because of those who answered the call

Freedom isn’t free

For generations they’ve stepped forth, left home and family

Some served on land, some in air and some served on the sea

They pledged to preserve, protect and defend our sacred liberty

So evil would fail and right prevail

Freedom isn’t free

Thousands fought through the years so our country could survive

To secure the blessings of liberty for those who are now alive

You may march and protest you have the right to disagree

But remember the blood that bought this right

Freedom isn’t free

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Sue Ikerd 2003

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