For the Soldiers With No Bed
Bright sun upon the brow,
Baron dry land loose,
blistering sand, parched lips,
Scorched feet...
Oasis green, lush palms,
Thirst quenched
Beds like opened graves,
bed of sand.
Rest our protector, teach the peace and tolerence of others.
Rest our soldiers until your job is fulfilled.
God bless you!!
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
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