Charles Ruble Poet Rhyme

Those Who Are Not Seen

I can hear the wind blowing,
I can hear the leaves shuffle by,
I can smell the dampness in the air,
I can hear the faint sound of a cry.

All my neighbors hear them to,
But no one can go out to see,
Were forgotten and lost,
We were warriors,them and me.

We once carried the flag,
The stars and stripes of ole glory,
But we were pushed aside,
Never to tell our story.

We live here in our dusty graves,
Wanting to breath the fresh air,
But we are next to forgotten,
Like no one cares.

We are remembered by some,
Even kids that don't understand,
The reasons we fought,
In that hostile land.

A war that a lot on both sides,
Had come to regret,
And a lot still living,
Who will never forget.

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