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
This is written to the rhythm of the Ballad of the Green Beret
By Staff Sergeant Barry Sadler
And
Robin Moore
***
Let us roam
upon the seas
we dont want
to make history
we're fighting for
the land we love
so let us sail
though we may die
We don't care
what you've been told
democrats
have sold their souls
spreading lies
across this land
all for the sake
of their mucked up plans
There ain't no man
that wants to die
but we'll stand
by America's side
make a stand for liberty
though we may die
on foreign seas
There's no way
you'll understand
cause you ain't seen
what we have seen
atrocities
that make a hard man cry
break his heart
but not his soul
So let us sail
let freedom ring
wish us luck
or wish us death
we're fighting for
the one's we love
we'll give our lives
so they'll be free
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.
Forces of the United States,
read the list and see.
Just exactly what it takes,
of men and women with bravery.
Men of the Air Force in the sky,
watch over troops as they march by.
Marines on the shores were they land,
enter combat hand in hand.
Navy men on the seas,
arm their ships in the breeze.
Riding the waves oh so high,
keeping on course on the rough ride.
Men in combat in the Army,
dedicated to protect from the enemy.
The Coast Guard watch over shores,
leaving no open sea doors.
Green Beret take the test,
Silver Wings earned, their America's Best.
Stars and stripes wave each day,
freedom from Soldiers of the U.S.A.!
"God Bless our Soldiers"
Forces of the United States,
read the list and see.
Just exactly what it takes,
of men and women with bravery.
Men of the Air Force in the sky,
watch over troops as they march by.
Marines on the shores where they land,
enter combat hand in hand.
Navy men on the seas,
arm their ships in the breeze.
Riding the waves oh so high,
keeping on course on the rough ride.
Men in combat in the Army,
dedicated to protect from the enemy.
The coast Gaurd watch over shores.
leaving no open sea doors.
Green Beret take the test,
silver wings earned, their America's Best.
Stars and Stripes wave each day,
freedom from Soldiers of the U.S.A.
God Bless our troops, bring them home!
The Secret Life of Wally Smitty
By Elton Camp
Wally is as ordinary a fellow as they come
His life, to him, seems dull and hum-drum
But once he gets home from work each day,
It’s to his computer where he loves to play
His picture he will gladly send upon request
He’s tall, handsome, and has hair on his chest
To be a movie star Wally surely looks to be fit
In fact, he has a big resemblance to Brad Pitt
His daily work is, Wally is just so proud to say
In the CIA or some days he is a Green Beret
Although he has to drive an older Kia sedan,
He claims a Corvette because he’s “The Man”
And Wally also asserts that he has money galore
How could any girl he meets ask anything more
But at times his secret life he truly comes to hate
Because it’s so hard to keep his stories straight
GREEN
My name is Jade Shamrock Green
I hate green bean
When I get mad, I turn green
I wear my green jeans
I stare at the color green
Not every green path leads to a flowing stream
I lay on the grass so green
I won a jackpot of green
To visit the Green Mountains in Vermont is like a dream
My eye has a small tint of green
My jealousy comes in the color green
I diet on green veggie that are lean
The Green Bay Packers are My favorite team
I believe all frogs should come in green
It's a family gift to carry a green thumb gene
My garden has the greenest life I have ever seen
Lemons are yellow, but limes are green
The Irish do not all believe in green
In my green house all the plants are full of streams
A jester wore a green beret for the king and queen
The unripe sour apple is moldy green
Flicking me a green bugger is gross and mean
Why do leprechauns wear color green?
Not all clovers have only three leaves of green
Green is the middle color of the rainbow theme
LINDA MARIE, loves the month of emerald green
My favorite color has always been green
This is all about wearing green on March the seventeen
3-17-10
With its lingering mixture of snow and sleet
And soggy shoes under feet
With cold winds that seem to blow forever
Its slow decline from winter weather
With the hopes of the raising sun
And less days of persistent glum
Forging forward and waiting to bask
The tulips are here at last
And aspirations deepen for workable loose soil
So that fingers may rake mix and toil
The once empty park benches shall soon fill with sprit
While happily watching young child play in it
An occasionally kite shall soon take flight
With an eager child holding with all there might
All creature’s that laid low and slept
Come alive and adept
To new hopes and dreams
Laughter and sunshine and baseball teams
Golden blooms of the forsythia bush
Springtime rains give it a push
Who can forget Saint Patrick’s Day?
Are you wearing your green beret?
Music and tradition
And a jolly good way
All our new goals and ambitions
Are waiting for the right conditions
It will happen before you can say -
You will wake up and see the display
Of a happy spring bouquet
Attention all poetry:
This is your stewardess Free Verse speaking.
Please make sure that your seatbelts are
securely fastened and your tray table is
positioned upright in the seatback in front
of you.
Thank you and have a nice trip.
My poem's batteries have run out.
They died somewhere over Kansas while
listening to The Talking Heads.
My poem is sitting aisle. He can't see
Kansas or anywhere else.
Sitting next to him is a very interesting
fellow. A man who keeps on mumbling and
repeating sentences,
but my poem likes him, with his shaggy
blonde hair covered by a tilted green beret,
his devilish smile, his funny French accent.
The name embroidered onto his vest is,
Villanelle.