41. Battle Cry
Running through the battlefield, bracing for the bang.
Cannons fire near me, metal swords go clang.
Everyone I know and love could flash before my eyes.
Running through the battlefield, bracing for the bang.
Cannons fire near me, metal swords go clang.
Everyone I know and love could flash before my eyes.
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Driving home one day after hours of monotonous office work,
Saw a man sitting by the road; looked as one down on his luck.
Paid small notice to the figure; my lonely life was in a rut.
He was just another beggar holding out a shiny tin cup.
What a beautiful poem. God bless all the veterans: dead, alive, and the ones still fighting. To all of you, a proud salute, my prayers, and love.
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When I met the tall and amiable Vietnam War veteran,
my shyness showed,
yet, my throat dried and tightened when he softly
spoke the words, "The war never goes away."
I don't want him to go.
I don't want him to leave.
What can I do?
All I do is plead.
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat changed me to this way.
Hate and death seem to be with me to stay.
On barren land on western field
Where only sadness war can yield
On battle sites where none had grown
In fact the bravest seeds were sewn
They walked miles on foot,
Losing loved ones on the way,
Through grim, dirt and soot,
Traveling night and all day.
This poem was a very nice poem. My ancestors traveled the Trail of Tears.
(The book I've been reading rests on my knee,
you sleep.) (Wendy Cope)
I am trying to read, I cannot sleep,
How blue are the eyes of my darling
And warm are her lips ruby red.
How white are her arms of enchantment
That beckon me into her bed.
Listen
Listen to the distant drums.
Listen to the bugles calls.
Here's a friendly little greeting
Just to welcome you back home,
You serve your country admirably
As so far and wide you roam.
Hello Pauline,
You've penned a caring and heartfelt poem. I'm very
touched by it. My very best wishes for the contest.