41. Does It Matter?
Famous Poem
Does it matter?—losing your leg? . . .
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you mind
When the others come in after hunting
Famous Poem
Does it matter?—losing your leg? . . .
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you mind
When the others come in after hunting
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The honor guard stands sentinel and stiff-backed.
Their tears silently fall, for their brotherhood was forged in combat.
One of their own will be laid to rest,
Thank you so much for your kind words. They mean so much. I have put together a manuscript and have submitted to a couple of places where I did get contract offers, but they weren't what I...
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Famous Poem
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
A young boy playing games of war,
His imaginings filled with innocence, unaware of reality's horror.
He heard a voice filled with cadences being sung like hymns,
Proud to defend his country, to protect this land.
He signed up with other soldiers to make a stand.
A band of brothers they quickly became.
Very moving. My father, brother and husband were in the armed forces, so this poem means a lot to me. Very best wishes, Ann.
Listen
Listen to the distant drums.
Listen to the bugles calls.
Famous Poem
O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight
O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming?
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.
(The book I've been reading rests on my knee,
you sleep.) (Wendy Cope)
I am trying to read, I cannot sleep,
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."
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
My grandfather was a farmer; his hands were hard and cracked
His words were soft and careful built from farming fact
The outside world was foreign, until it came to call
Taxation and enlistment for the betterment of all