Kim Rodrigues Poet Sonnet

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The Drill

THE DRILL

Arrive with boots. The march early or late.
The rose-fed cheeks. The eyes are green - new leaves.
The cadence call. No turning back. Blank slate.
New beginnings. In adventures, believes.

On the clothesline, strung together, the bras.
In the barracks, she-decorations hang.
The flag flies high. Painting of Betsy Ross.
Put together - this puzzle’s unlikely gang.

The coins bouncing. We ban undoing beds.
The quickest wash. The reveille’s real.
Back to the grind. Rote march from the beachheads.
Us she-sailors, we salute-shine…we heel.

We learn the drill - this camp is not playing.
We’re uniform - there’s no place for straying.

5/26/2023

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Gershon Wolf May 28, 2023 at 9:08 PM I love this Naval reprise, Kim. And you are certainly the one to pen it, as you've walked the walk! Here's to the WAVEs, as I think the female Naval personnel used to be called! Excelsior! ~ Gershon Kim Rodrigues May 29, 2023 at 5:24 AM Thank you, dear friend! :)

I Am Anaya May 28, 2023 at 10:05 AM A Memorial Day tribute to the ladies of the US Navy, I salute you. Thank you for your service, Kim Rodrigues! What experiences you must have had, please more, I need to know more. Lol. I wanted to join around 21, but the policy then, adoption for the babies I wasn't ready for that. Then things changed for me. I always regret not joining the service, I really needed discipline! ;D Kim Rodrigues May 28, 2023 at 10:29 AM Thanks so much, Anaya! I never thought I would but my dad mentioned it to me. It is one of the highlights of my life!