Kiesling Poems - Poems about Kiesling

...Mom, I’m Coming Home Four simple words Or so one would think But not when your Son is a Marine He is not coming home from college for the summer He is coming home from long days and nights of ......

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...I sat in the corner of the bookstore Laptop open Swirling paper and ink smells circled with the coffee flavors Lost in thought I see this woman in front of me I wonder where she has been?......

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...Back in the day I stood rigid against the sky Dressed in crimson red I could be seen from one hill to the next I was the shelter for many on this land Sometimes the farmer would stand Pitchf......

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...Your uniforms are all Lined up in order I noticed the blood stripe that had been added Along time ago I heard your medals clinking together As you tucked them all away I stepped back in time......

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...This poem is set with a black and white picture taken of the inside of an old wooden bridge. The crisscross of the boards creating the support needed and a strong friendship to a friend moving away ......

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...The first moment he said those words “I want to be a Marine” ‘What if’s’ Started forming in my head Never once spoken out loud Sunrise to sunset Even as I wandered around in the night Thinking......

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...Words to my son before the Crucible The meaning of the word Crucible - a vessel made of material that does not melt easily A fitting saying for what you have been training for What you are about ......

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