Our Boys By Alan L. Strang

           Written after the United States entered the war, fighting on the side of the Entente Allies.             Halt! Attention! Salute the flag,                The boys are marching…

Epitaph By Alan L. Strang

            Our loved ones lay them down to sleep                And leave us here to grieve and mourn,            While we, our silent watches keep,                O’er their low graves whence they…

Dreams By Alan L. Strang

            Away o’er the hills in the valley green            Away from the noise of the busy town;            I dream sweet dreams of the olden days            Of you in your…

Do Not Worry By Alan L. Strang

            Do not worry over trifles, though                to you they may seem great,            All your fretting will not help you,                or your troubles dissipate.             If your sky is dark…

A Small Boy’s Desire By Alan L. Strang

             Written for the first thrift stamp drive.             I want to be a soldier                And march away to France;            I want to find a wicked “Hun,”                And shoot…