Best Canteens Poems

I'd just checked out of a hotel in the town of Santa Fe 
Went to the store to collect supplies and went on my way
I...

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What if..

What if; it wasn't a lockdown forenoon 
Mommies whisking to kitchenette 
Daddy's out with newspaper headlines 
Little cubs denned in their late quilt and...

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A PEACEFUL ARMY

Special soldiers went to war
Some being not so young.
Enlisted to do their duty,
But would never fire a gun.

They wore a different uniform,
Which displayed...

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At last, a refuge from the wind and sand
Afraid of the posse that was still on their heels
Now they could loose themselves in the badlands
Wondering...

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Growin' up on the Hoosier farm, Mom fixed very simple chuck.
(We'd never heard of pate de fois gras or crispy Peking duck!)
But never mind such...

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“Let ‘em loose,” came his bellowing yell,
“I got 3,000 head I gotta to sell,
Goin' 1,000 miles in weather that's hell,
You're all gonna sweat and all...

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A cowboy named Hank joined wagon trails going west on his horse
He rode the outskirts and back trails of cities in search of a home
He...

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we gathered our canteens
while coughing up
tar from the hidden gravel
across high terrain

through the mist of Ankara
teal fabric blew in the.breeze
over burnt orange fragments
torn from my...

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as we walk 
pots clink against canteens –
squirrels chatter...

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Mr and Mrs private first class stationed 
in Augsburg 15th battalion 
second Calvary division canteens and sea rashins 
were being distributed while we had four...

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A cavalryman's day was guided by a series of bugle calls,
The dulcet tones reverberating within the palisade walls.
Wanting to hurl a boot at the bugler...

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Why do you never come to us
Have we no voice
What is the engine of your distrust
It was not our vice
That ran this country to the...

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The old fashioned monsoons
Meant for the flowers and cacti of Arizona California
And New Mexico
Have fled those deserts and dusty reservoirs
To find a new friend instead...

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So let's see what the laddies need
To charge the guns and not impede
The rate of fire to cut them down
And body bags to go all...

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Little brook of childhood,
your water flowed and stayed always cold, 
I traveled far to reach that scented, steep hill
as winter ended with chill.


And listening to...

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