From year to year he drifts alone.
His story only few have known.
About a boy who went to war,
and there he stayed forevermore.
His leathered skin and graying hair,
his tattered clothes and gazing stare,
standing tall, yet head so low,
he carries scars we'll never know.
So know that our freedom isn't free.
It came from heroes such as he!
In Honor Of Veterans
Mr. Leather
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018 with permission of the Author.
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ABOUT THE POET:
I am a mother of two grown sons, we are an extremely close family & extended family, like all families we have had many wonderful & blessed times through life and we have experienced heart ache as well, I raised my sons, to never make judgement upon another persons journey in this life and to be the best them that they can be , that is all we...