The Red Beret
Molding faith
Holding the mystery
Its breath
Its weight
Bouquet
Decline
Decay
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
05/02/2023
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Don’t see the soldiers as they move around,
Through the jungle without a sound,
Crawl along this wet,cold ground,
These american boys are victory bound.
Fighting a war they believe is right,
No end is near no end in sight,
One more day one more fight,
See the tunnel but see no light.
Lay me down to get some sleep,
In your dreams the battle seeps,
Mountains high and valleys deep,
What you sow is what you reap.
Visit graves where buddies lay,
Fought for freedom the american way,
War still haunts you night and day,
This is the story of a green beret.
MARTY WEST
THE GREEN BERET
Dr. Jim martin
To be among the best
Was the lad’s earnest desire.
He rose above the rest
In his soul there was fire.
He understood well
The severity of the test.
To him it was swell
To pursue this great quest.
He vigorously stayed the course,
He endured all the pain.
Himself he did force
To from quitting refrain.
Graduation day finally came,
The ceremony, it was grand.
Not longing for fortune or fame,
With proud peers he did stand.
Smartly placed on his head
Was the beret of beautiful green.
Nothing more need be said,
All was proudly now seen.
At attention he proudly stood,
With a very swollen chest.
It was now understood,
He was with America’s best.
The Army Beret
My favourite hat is an army beret
That still holds the shape of his head
Woven with wool that has seen better days
Rim hanging from tattered threads
Stained with the tears I have shed.
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Author: Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
For: Carol‘s contest: My favorite hat
Awarded: First Place
Author's note:
This poem is about my Father's Army baret.
(A Beret is a french name for a round flat hat with a tight rim and is pronounced
beray)