Soldier Standing

Soldier Standing Guitar strings each started to twang; Next thing I knew he soon sang; Wind was blowing for a while Matched his voice with great style. Many sad times there had been; Came back to haunt again and again; What was God trying to tell me; Let fingers glide and float so free. Face did smile or was with a smirk; You could say I was a perfect jerk, Listening to each song you played While people walked in a parade. They did what they would rather Do and in a group they did gather; Movement started meaning much; Without a leg walking on a crutch. What I felt and moved me the most, Was a soldier standing at his post Guarding my country 'tis of Thee To protect us all and keep us free. Katherine, Just finished reading you letter to editor; Then in my mind this poem did occur. Jim Horn I was listening to Bob Dylan singing, "Blowing In the Wind," while I was writing this.