To Mccain's Own Drum
To McCain's Own Drum
To McCain's own drum marched to its beat;
From victory to victory and defeat to defeat;
Tough tenacity;
Virulent veracity;
One of greatest guys would want to meet.
McCain his plane he was always refueling;
With honor and dignity had been dueling;
Always clever;
Gave up never;
Battles he fought became quite grueling.
To God. knew McCain would always relent;
For him to meet maker was always intent;
Do or die;
Others satisfy;
Off to heaven is where he had been sent.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and orphan of
a Navy father killed on Aircraft
Carrier Intrepid
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Brunswick Beacon should have a
poetry contest about John McCain.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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