I See America
Falling, I look up
Pain shoots down my neck and through my body.
I see the clouds shrouded by dense foliage I see a green blur as my eyes try to wash away
the pain.
Will I die here?
I see my town, my house, my room, by bed.
I see my car, my dog, my friends, my family, their faces.
I remember the sandbox where I thought i could fly and the swing that was my wings.
Will I die here?
I see my old school, the diner where i use to work, the girl I once loved, her face.
I see myself walking to the mail box the white letter with the dark stamp in my hand, my
face.
I see my training camp, my leutendent, those tires.
Will I die here?
I see the plane, the water, this land, i see the trees
I see a green blur as I look up, i see the faces above me, I see their knees, the shoes, the
dirt.
I see boys, I see faith, I see dedication, I see pride, i see strength,
I see honor, and then, i see their faces.
I see America.
Copyright © Chelsie Hansen | Year Posted 2010
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