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One Toy Soldier

One Toy Soldier

Little toy soldiers are all put away
Training is over for this time of day.
Where do these little boys go now to play?
Away from their home to die in the fray.

Little toy weapons are no longer there
But boxed in attics by mothers with care--
Where keepsakes still hold a lock of his hair--
While rockets and missles challenge his fare.

Little toy bad guys and little toy good
Haze in the distance when misunderstood.
Where fall the lilies on long crates of wood
And each gave their all--as good soldiers should...

Little toy soldiers are coming back home...
Mothers are weeping, laments all alone
Where flags lie folded--the gift of Shalom...
As the long box is lowered...'neath the loam

One little toy soldier is placed on the top
Remembering All--so that None be Forgot.

deborah burch©                            


Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

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A Christmas Prayer

A glowing Yuletide candle light
Is burning very, very bright

For all our soldiers far away
Spending Christmas a soldiers way.

Dreaming of home and holiday cheer,
Wishing that their loved ones were near.

We are at home dreaming dreams too,
While thinking of and praying for you.

Look for some gifts to let you know
That the great sacrifices you bestow

In blessing us with freedom and care
Is especially returned in loving prayer.

Please know that the Lord is with you,
Giving you courage in all that you do.

Merry Christmas to our soldiers so dear,
May you share it safe at home next year!

© Connie Marcum Wong

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2015

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The Heritage Forgotten

Copyright © 2015
Edited: 7/8 - 7:48pm

Symbols of Southern and Northern pride
  on both sides who lived and died

An American story
  a clash for glory

Whose glory in this land?
  that native man?
  he was already here
  and faced a new fear
  for him, who stands and cheer?

Another who didn't ask to come
  whipped and chained by some

Flag of Dixie became a motivator for hate
years beyond those historic dates
once again the South wrought this debate 

This time it was nine
  who will it be next time?

Those scars, those scars - are not forgotten
  left many of our Americans alone and frighten 

Oppression and terrorism aren't new
  it has always been started by a few-
  from murder to rape
  hardly any one escape

Now, America's Old Glory flies
  standing guard over those cries

Ole confederacy ideas still wants to divide
  by creating the Klan, they tried
  to destroy peace while others were denied

"We The People," aren't a nation for a few
  if our Armed Forces fight for me and you

So, lets not disgrace this divined nation
  with a flag that embraces segregation

It's time to mend and get on beyond our past
  or their Klan will continue to march in mass

The Star Spangled Banner, of Stars and Stripes
  our enemies foreign and domestic love to fight-
  this flag, a symbol of freedom against who might

"We The People" under this Banner, are one
  from numerous wars hard fought, and won

Like that brave American Eagle that flies high
  only one starred flag of Glory should wave him by

by: LPruitt

Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2015

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A Marine

A Marine
By Joeysguy

This fellow at the age of twenty 
A Marine he became to be 

He was no different than any other Marine
He stood proud, he stood tall and he was lean  

He vowed 
That he would make his family proud 

After finishing his training he was hurt         
An accident left him bleeding, broken, and in the dirt 

Was someone watching over him that day
People wishing him well with lots of kind words to say

Off to the hospital where doctors put him under the knife  
He had a few set backs, he’s learning new ways of life

He lost the ability as a Marine to go and fight
For a new career he has something else in sight

So many people’s hearts he had won    
Everyone is so proud he’s far from done

Not much matters when it comes to size
He still stands tall in our eyes 

I know he has more to give and he’s not done
I know this, because he’s our grandson 

We wish him much love
From one of us here and one of us from above 

Copyright © Michael Gelb | Year Posted 2016

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Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot

Copyright © Sabina Nicole | Year Posted 2012

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Dad Never Knew His Father

Dad never knew his father.  That soldier died in a war.
All Dad heard was brief stories of the man that went before.
Grandma had some pictures and some medals on a wall.
But Dad never knew his father which was what mattered most of all

I’ve done some family history, and seen the ship’s manifest.
I’ve heard again the story of the good ship Lafayette--
How Grandma and her children searched the waves for periscopes,
Knowing that one torpedo could blow away all of their hopes.

This could have been in any war.  Soldiers die and families flee.
But this was the family story that was handed down to me.
It started in old England, then to an immigration line:
A 3-year-old at Ellis Island, in July 1939.

They fled their burning country, to be called “war refugees”.
With help from an old uncle and a kind community,
Grandma made a new start here in the land of liberty.
They learned that Grandpa was killed in ‘44 in Italy.

I found online the letter, that my Grandma didn’t see,
About how the Sergeant-Major’s infantry company
Was caught out in the open by Wehrmacht artillery.
The letter said he didn’t suffer.  Was he really killed instantly?

I never knew my Grandpa, though I was named after him.
Though I served a different flag, I was a soldier like him.
I’ve seen my father’s scrapbook, and Grandpa’s medals on the wall.
But I never knew my Grandpa which was what mattered most of all.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Scars, that's what endear 
to a grenadier.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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A Prayer For My Wife And Her Soldier

Oh Father I give to you my wife who gave her son,
he is one of two, the other life never really begun.

She held him as baby and made his lunch as a boy,
through strife and struggle he still is her pride and joy.

She loves him more than she ever said,
but each and everyday she tucked him into bed.

Watch over him father as he left to serve with much pride,
but please be with my wife who is struggling deep inside.

She taught him well and this will serve as a strong foundation,
but he needs you to perform the duties requested by this nation.

Give him the strength he needs for the tasks set before him,
for my wife awaits to hold him and see him laugh again.

This I humble pray as her husband...

Edward J Ebbs - Winter 2007

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011

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A soldier's friend

Slowly breathing with a steady beat
Boots are crunching you feel the heat

You inch on closer, looking around
Watching your friends make not a sound

You have been told to kill this man
A threat he is to freedoms plan

Hold up your rifle, take careful aim
Let go of the guilt your not to blame

Orders you follow a good soldier you are
Try not to think the size of the scar

That this order will bring deep in your soul
We raise the flag on top of this soldier's hole

I will give support, I will lend my hand
So you can brother, continue to stand

To fight for the freedoms of people everywhere 
Down your rifle I, with you, shall stare

Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2012

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Your Soldier

Writing this letter
As I'm sitting in my company.
We're about to march out
To keep our country free.
Dear mother at home,
I love you.
Don't ever doubt
I do.
I miss you
Be safe and sound.
Love, your soldier
From a small town.
Talking to you on the phone
From thousands of miles away.
I can't bring myself to tell you
What I saw today.
Dear father in heaven,
Keep me safe and warm.
I know you watch over me
Help me out of this storm.
I miss you
You know I do.
Love, you soldier
Who'd be nothing without you.
As I'm sitting in this hole
You're all that's on my mind.
As I watch the battle rage
You're the peace that I can find.
Dear baby,
I love you.
I need you to know
That I do.
I miss you
I'll be home soon.
Love, your soldier
Who's the sun to your moon.
The plane ride has come
And the landing is smooth.
People are crying
As they welcome you.
Dear everyone,
I want you to know.
I fought my best
But now I have to go.
I love you all
And I miss you more.
Love, your soldier
Who is home from war.

Copyright © Cassidy Kee | Year Posted 2016

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Birthday Wish Abroad

I have a birthday wish for you today,
Although words are not always easy to say.

In some ways, it does not seem right,
That you are not here and have taken flight.

My heart aches, but I really do understand,
After all my love, I still have your hand.

You have dreams you wish to come true.
This is my wish, my dream for you.

May your happiness be complete,
So in this life your will not feel defeat.

From my heart with this poem,
I cannot wait until you come home.

Edward Ebbs - Desert Storm 2005

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011

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Soldier Eternal

Soldier eternal
Silently he watches the ships enter the docks
Silhoutted against the steel gray skies, the icy waters dash against the rocks.
Reverently his head bows for those who now rest
Solemnly, he salutes, the heart of a hero, beneath his chest.
Finally he reaches for the standard issue gun
Feet snap together, body poised, his duty is again begun.
He offers thanks to those who have fallen long ago
His departing steps are deliberate, steady and slow.
He knows his place is to help those who are in need of his care
Of the burdens of unfinished business, danger, and the task, he will share.
To protect God, Country and Family to his dying day,
Proudly, he will accept and endure the challenge, not wanting life, any other way.

Copyright © Michelle Morningstar | Year Posted 2016

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Rainy Days

We would get used to the heat
If not for the body-armor.
We could always taste the dust
Which made it seem even warmer.
Ballistic sunglasses blocked the glare,
But didn't keep out the sweat.
The smell of raw sewage and rot
We would never soon forget.
I assumed the ground would be sandy,
But it was really all silt and clay.
There was so much fouled standing water
After their annual rainy season days.
The only time I wasn't over-heating
Was in January's rains in Mosul, Iraq.
After wading through so much filth,
I'm happy to never, ever, ever go back.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Honorable Soldier

They say my duty is to protect the lands
Defend it! Even with your bare hands
I train so hard in the sun and rain
To become stronger, something to gain
Task after task it gets tougher
My heart and skin become rougher
Learning how to become a predator
I was chosen for this, not just a visitor
Aim for your target's heart
Kill him, find another one, restart
Gradually, I lose all emotion
Combat is my only devotion
Suddenly terrors outbreak
Our country is at stake
What are we going to do?
Start a war, come soldier, you!
Surely, the fight begins
But who are the villains?
I didn't have time to think
These dots to link
I was at war
Fighting like a wild boar
Killing as many enemies as I can
This terror, I will surely ban
An enemy tries to run
I kill him just for fun
Wait! Am I enjoying this?
What is this unholy bliss?
Feeling delight by making others suffer
What is it that I offer?
Wasn't it peace and tranquility?
How come I'm committing infidelity?
I look around, the seeds of hell
Have all come out of their shell
Pointless murdering
Me and my fleet are shouldering
Countless cases of rape
Committed by the heroes wearing the cape
The land we were supposed to protect
With corruption, it, We did infect
Following orders from above
All our humanity we had to shove
Why didn't we ask first?
Why, for blood, did we thirst?
The enemy I killed was just a kid
Going back to a place where he hid
To the world, I'm a hero
Personally, I'm just a zero
My humanity is back
Taking me to the right track
But I'm chained to my regret
A shame that I can't neglect
Although, I did quit the war
It’s not enough to pay back the score
I got a soul, yet I'm just a boulder
I am the honorable soldier

Copyright © Ali Akl | Year Posted 2011

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An aspiring marine 
is assuredly green, 
but he's not as much green 
as a drowned marine.

Volodymyr Knyr

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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Soldier Boy

Soldier boy, oh soldier boy
Why don't you hide up those tears?
Hold in your mind those nail- biting fears
March till you drop, sing the marching song
Even though, for home you heart it does long
Don't cry no don't cry
Always care to try
Hold up your head
For death cannot tread
Oh soldier boy, oh soldier boy
Why don't you hide up those tears
For this night your safe, soften those fears
Lay down so quiet and hum your wholesome song
Hum how much for home your heart does long
Don't cry no don't cry
Always care to try
Hold up your head
For death cannot tread
Now soldier boy, now soldier boy
Could this be the morn when death does appear?
And I know it will be hard to hide up that fear
Don't let him in, it's just the funeral song
Pretty soon now for home, your heart will not long
You will not cry, oh do not cry
For you always cared to try
Soldier boy hold up that head
For now you layed on eternities bed

Copyright © Jordan Dickinson | Year Posted 2012

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A soldiers poem

For the best of freedom in my life
For all my children to live and thrive
To the flag! To the Lord, may we win!
This victory once again!
Defending others, defending us
The United States of America
To liberty, but most of all
To all those young men who rise and fall

Dedicated to my Papa Roger, who served as a marine for many years. And to all his friends and comrads who never made it home.

Copyright © Hannah Corey | Year Posted 2016

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The smartest cavaliers

The smartest cavaliers at the command 'To horse!' 
contrive to be in time for both a horse and whores.

Volodymyr Knyr 

Copyright © Volodymyr Knyr | Year Posted 2014

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I wore my pyjamas a whole week

> have just been sorting out some old papers and guess what I found some old poems.

There talking on the radio

There talking on the radio today. 
BBC radio Suffolk, I must say.

About wearing pyjamas when outside. 
Not in bed, where you can hide.

I’ll tell you now one week I did. 
Wear my pyjamas all day, I do not kid.

Had pants on longjohns too. 
On top I wore my trousers true,

Covered all in a white snow suit.

Got the picture?  Was not swell. 
I was in Germany now I’ll tell.

Exercising my war dogs you know.  
In the cold and freezing snow.

All the dogs, I took out that week. 
 Had their thick coats, so were not bleak.

But they could not my pyjamas see.  
But I was still freezing cold you see.

I know using see twice, is not nice.
 Nor was the weather, I felt like frozen ice.

But I soon warmed once dogs were fed
 Went back to barracks and me bed.

Don’t worry dogs were all okay.
  On their bed board’s in deep straw did lay.

When on duty and I checked on them. 
 I could not see any of them.

All of them, were tucked up warm. 
Not like me and my friends with pyjamas worn.

We were cold , you could tell.
As our teeth chattered, wordless as well.

But them dogs, all were fine.
Warm as toast were all of mine. 

How could I tell, listen its true.
In the morning what I did do.

I entered each kennel very slow.
To take each dog for walkies you know.

Hidden in their bed of straw.
My hand wandered in for lead to secure .

When I touched my dog, I jest you not.
Was curled up in a ball and blinking hot.

And that was something I was not.
But did I take my pyjamas off, no I blinking well did not. 

I don’t care if using not twice, ain’t nice.
As without those pyjamas on, I’d be like ice.

I  would be freezing cold and that’s not right.
And on that chill note, I’ll say good night.< 

Copyright © STANLEY Harris | Year Posted 2016

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The X Legion Attack Order

From: Governor Silva, Lucias Flavius

To: Commander, Legio X "Fretensis"

The Judean slaves finally finished the assault ramp.
Order the centurions to roust the legionnaires from each camp.
Give each of your legionnaires extra water and a double ration,
Then assemble the squares and set them in motion.
The last of the defenders are cowering behind the wall.
Well before nightfall, I should expect Masada fortress to fall.
Among Eleazar Ben Yair's Zealots are Sicarii assassins,
So ensure that each prisoner taken is searched for hidden weapons.
Capture as many as you can of them to be sold for slaves;
But toss all their dead off the cliffs--don't bother digging graves.
It may still be awhile before the Tenth Legions rotates back home;
When that day comes, I'm sure Vespasian will honor you all before Rome.

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014

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Who fought alone

Who fought Alone

Untimely death, why come so near
To taunt my soul with mortal fear.
I cannot go  - so unprepared
So full of life and yet so scared.
The world’s held nothing for me but strife
And yet, O lord, I cling to life.
A fatherless boy in a Gorbals slum
Who owes his being to a tot of rum.
The industrial school with its air of blame
The endless fight to remove its shame
And then the slump with its hunger march
That swept its way to Admiralty Arch.
The years of depression without any hope
With nothing to do but sit and mope
The look of misery in the children’s eyes
With nothing to offer but bread and lies.
The relief of war and work at last,
A future for those who had no past.
Must I lose it now, with scarce a taste
Of the honeyed joy in the desert waste.
Must the death knell come as my life began
To a forgotten  link in the chain Of Man

Copyright © May Fenn | Year Posted 2014

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The Soldier's Return

The Soldier’s return

David is coming,
The time’s drawing near
Long have I wished for
The end of the year.
Loneliness, misery,
This I have known
Now all is ended
For he’s coming home.
Eagerly, anxiously.
Watching the clock
Awaiting the moment
His ship will dock.
My arms are aching
Him to enfold
Warm are my thoughts
As I wait in the cold.
Hopefully, hurriedly,
Scanning each face
As thousands of soldiers
Invade every place.
At last, he is here!
Praise heavens above,
I find in his arms
The peace of true love.

Copyright © May Fenn | Year Posted 2015

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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.

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.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2017

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My American Soldier

When you walked away I said I wouln't cry but I almost did when you said goodbye when you did come home you weren't very well you said you weren't hurting but you were I could tell I stayed by your side as your breath slid away whispered to you on your final day as you took your last breath you told me don't cry no matter what happens this isn't goodbye you now have peace my soldier lay at rest because you my american soldier were one of the best as time goes past as you asked I don't cry I kept my word because you promised this wasn't goodbye.

Copyright © Alexis Andrews | Year Posted 2012

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A Bit of Both: Boy Soldier

A Bit of Both: Boy Soldier

Life a bit of both
I do hate or loath;
For, pursuit of boon
Turned me a goon.

I grew in need
Of garb and feed
In want I lived
In pain I thrived.

Scarce was I praised
In pain was raised
Deprived of Love
I ran to the grove.

I longed for Peace
I missed e’en a piece
Gun; support stuff
Gun tang my snuff.

Do I know father
Do I know mother
I never wore a napkin
Real hide my skin-
Crawling from womb 
Direct to the tomb!

Do I know Sister
Besides all so sinister
Brother is this lad
Friend in the fad
If going Home I mull
He’ll break my skull

•	Compelling or luring children to join “adult wars” is a Social Anathema all must abhor.


06th Nov’ 2013

Copyright © Joseph Matose | Year Posted 2013

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The Battle

Here we go men! Into the valiant fight!
Where men become men and cowards flee our sight!

Iron will clang and feet will race;
As bullets are thrown at a frightening pace!

Men will be thrown and cries will be heard –
As we fly our way through the smoke like a bird.

But in the end we shall acquire our victory;
And together we’ll go down in the great epic of history!

Copyright © Josh Adams | Year Posted 2013

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One Month Down

One Month Down

I wake up when he calls in the middle of the night, 
He says for our country that he’s proud to fight. 
I close my eyes and I push away worry,
I talk about things that are cuddly and furry.
I won’t relax until I can hold him again, 
But if anyone can do this, it’s got to be him. 
I’ll always hope and I’ll always pray
That my favorite soldier comes home someday. 

I’m honored to support him and proud to be his wife,
He’s my everything. He’s my whole life.
It’s hard to imagine that he’s already left,
And taken my heart, now that’s petty theft.

My soldier inspires me to care and to love,
And I keep praying to our Lord up above
For his safe return and a happy marriage,
And someday a mini-soldier in a blue and white carriage.

I miss the way he rests his hand on my face, 
I’m hopelessly clumsy but he only sees grace.
I can’t cook, but he doesn’t care
Because when we order take-out, I always share!

I am very fortunate to be with him, 
Because he gives to our country again and again. 
I’m never alone because he’s close to my heart, 
On earth or in heaven, we’re never apart. 

I wonder what my soldier is doing right now, 
And if he’s sad or scared or anxious somehow. 
I love him more today than ever before, 
And tomorrow I’ll love my soldier just that much more. 

Please come back to me, soldier, safe and sound. 
Eight more months until you’re homeward-bound.

Copyright © Catney Kittywell | Year Posted 2011

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War-Born Lullaby

I hear a mother softly cry
As she sings a war-born lullaby.

The song of a father who went away,
To give freedom one more day.

He promised that he would return,
Return from watching evil burn.

It was a promise he could not keep,
As now he sleeps an eternal sleep.

He gave his life so his child could see,
A land of freedom and liberty.

His body now rests beneath green grass,
His medals and picture behind clear glass.

His soul, however, is not gone.
His ideas and dreams are carried on.

She sings the song of war’s high cost.
She sings the song of freedom not lost.

She sings of a father’s sacrifice,
For his country and family he gave his life.

Copyright © Tiffiny Hagan | Year Posted 2013

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You are strong and bold...
Ageless stories go untold...

Our soldiers will come home...
To escape wars growing dome...

We pray, you be strong...
For our Nations freedom is not wrong

Copyright © Priscilla Cruz | Year Posted 2009

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brave red poppies

Brave red poppies how you stand
proud honorable among men
men who fight in your name
buy a poppy they are all the same
just a number i don't think so
military lifestyles no joke
called to arms quick to leave
so many tears behind your reprieve
long lost friends
men of our time
we look to you
we remember you shine

Copyright © Gail Lewis | Year Posted 2016