Veterans are those who stand up and fight.
Because they know this is right.
They cross the bright and shining sea.
To give us our chance to live and be free.
They leave their families and closest kin.
For God and country our lands they defend.
It's time we pay tribute for all they have done.
They are ALL Heroes - each and everyone.
They did not do this for glory or even fame.
They did not set out to be Heroes - but that is their name.
To those many people that are red, white, and blue.
We stand up proudly today and say "THANK YOU!!!"
Footnote: When I was working in AZ in Security at a Veterans Concert/Benefit I came up with this poem on 11-11-12. So you may also find this poem on their website. In response to the Riverside Resort and Casino Poem the casino is in Laughlin NV near the bridge that goes to Bullhead City AZ.
Me,my dad and sister Robyn.
Went a fishin with a bobbin.
I hooked a tire and realed it in.
A big ole bullhead was in the bin.
So Dad said, quit your sobbin.
I told my brothers what I caught.
Their disbelief is not what I sought.
My Brother Scott said I was lying.
Brother Terry said quit your crying.
Mother said, don't give it another thought.
I've told this story many times.
And now I've told it with some rhymes.
The best part is, is that it's true.
And with one more line it will be through.
Fishin's fun if you don' mind the slime.
I dreamed you alive last night
a revisit of our Sunday drives
to Ladner seeking blackberries
I came running back to the car
my ice cream bucket filled
with blackberries, my wrist
full of red cuts. Blackberry juice
some still trickling from my mouth,
I grinned at you.
I dreamed you back to the river
where you took me fishing
a black slimy bullhead
my first trophy fish
I was proud
you looked at me with disapproval
as I poked my fish with a knife
till its guts oozed out.
I dreamed you back to the pear orchard
the biggest pears where at the top
of rotting tree limbs. You shouted
a warning at me to be careful
I was eager to please you and ventured
far out on fragile limbs
Septembers crisp chill reddening my face
but it was your branch that snapped
and you crashed heavily to the ground.
You broke your heel.
I dreamed you back to Fraser Street
you on your nightly walk
I drunk out of my mind
swearing at two girls passing by
and I saw your face, that look
and I tried to walk straight
tried to apologize,
tried to make things right
but you quickened your pace
as if I was a stranger.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.