Frederic Gray Poet Light Verse

Land of Sand

We're out here in the Land of Sand. 
We came to take a stand, and lend a helping hand. 
But every hand I see is shooting back at me. 
It's hard to feel too welcome when all the shot and shell come. 
This isn't working out much like we planned. 
I cannot wait to leave the Land of Sand. 

We're out here in the Land of Mud. 
It's nasty and its wet, and I've got the raging crud. 
There's water to my knees and snipers in the trees. 
I don't smell like a flower,
It's months I had a shower. 
Our CO is a clone of Elmer Fudd. 
I cannot wait to leave the Land of Mud. 

Oh, home, sweet home. 
I dream of hot dogs in the Astrodome. 
It's where my heart is turning. 
I'm yearning for home. 

We're out here in the Land of Bugs. 
They buzz around my head like a thousand thirsty thugs. 
The skeeters and the fleas are worse than enemies. 
It's hot here as a sauna and all the local fauna 
Bounce around like they are high on drugs. 
I cannot wait to leave the Land of Bugs. 

Oh, home, sweet home. 
I finally got my orders to go home 
It's where my babe is bedding,
I'm heading for home. 

So now I'm back at home at last. 
The mud and sand and bugs are all back in the past. 
But kids are screaming, neighbors scheming
Wife is pouting, bills are mounting. 
Home life is really dull, 
I'm bored right out of my skull. 
I think I'll put my papers in again,
And go off to the Land of Ice -
Seems nice.
I think it will suffice.

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Caren Krutsinger May 8, 2018 at 2:35 PM At first I thought "Viet Nam War" then I thought "The Gulf War" then I realized it does not matter, it's a war. When you arrived home, I felt relieved, but the ending was a huge surprise. Only someone who has experienced this could write this way, so thank you for your service! And welcome to Poetry Soup.