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Hero Holiday Poems | Hero Poems About Holiday

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Family Grief Family Happiness

  
   Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
        
    My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
        My Mother caring about all five in different ways
      Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays 
     My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
          
      Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John. 
       music  a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !

     Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
          The music  takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "    
      My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
                 My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
        feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food               
         
       the yelling , slamming of doors ,  tempers Flare , passion 
         Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
        
        After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
         Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?

       Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee  
                 No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
          the  Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .  
        Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
             Excited in Chicago !  seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
        Cubs ,  museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
        
       Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
             Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `  
        Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones , 
          scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
        
           ~ That is the Family I Love ,
                     that is the Family I choose to miss ~    
                       
              


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He's My Hero

Memories of fallen hero's
Echoes still linger thru the night
Masking lined tombstones
Only in validations of service or death
Rest in peace my fallen commrade
I 'll await for your spirits aglow
Against an azure sky
Looking over my shoulder

Doing like you used to do
Alway's protecting the sick and weak
Yet asks for nothing in return



Tribute To Armed Services
And The Many Many 
Fallen Hero's
Ty For Serving
Bring The M.I.A. Home


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The Trainman

On the eastern grade of the switcher yard down at Medicine Hat 
There’s a tendency for cars to roll toward the Dunmore hill 
Back when I was switching trains there one got loose on me
Sit a spell and grip your seat for the beans I'm about to spill

There were only four boxcars no engine or caboose
A couple of flat decks at the tail
In all six cars were loose

I caught up to it quick enough
Jumped on and tied a hand brake down
Well that didn’t do a gosh darn thing 
Get back down on the ground

Out run the freakin train I mean catch up to the next car
Jump on again tie down the brake and again she barely felt it

Jump off again and back to running 
A boxcar now outrun it
Jump on again what’s this a ladder 
Yes the brake’s up there

Up the ladder tie the brake
Not much effect so far 
Down again and onto the ground 
Out run the next boxcar

Climb onto and up it like a boxcar acrobat
Crank another hand brake on 
She's slowing how about that

Outrun the next and then the next
My very last handbrake 
If this one doesn’t stop these cars
I’ll surely take the cake

A train is coming into town right down the Dunmore Hill
Won’t they be surprised if these cars decide to spill

I crank the brake she squeals and moans
Small train now comes to rest

Big train goes by and the cars are clear
The engine-man can see 
He blows the horn whips off his hat
And just shakes his head at me