Where does this wind blow in from,
where has it been, what has it done?
Vanes it twisted, clothes it flapped.
Fog and smoke palls blown away.
Sails it tautened, eagles soaring supported.
Blow-ins are welcome with hair bedraggled
clothes disheveled, flapped to tatters
For the wind makes being untidy acceptable,
especially when facing upwind right in the face of it.
The wind will drop soon, and die away, begone
leaving the parade to stand easy.
Another sad day for the Corps
At the passing of a good lad
A loving husband
A fantastic dad
Airborne blood running through your veins
Leading from the front pulling those reins
Inspiring your men to do there best
A true gent and friend I do not jest
A real pleasure to have served with you
In Blandford and elmpt to name but a few
I knew you as geordie on our class 1
Now that was a course we had great fun
Pride and teamwork some values you had
Jumping out of planes you were mad
On terra firma football was your game
The Corps team won't ever be the same
Condolences go out to family far a wide
A true legend just can not hide
Up in heaven looking over us
Keeping calm saying what's the fuss
Stand easy Tony your pain is gone
Your legacy of life will go on
As this poem comes to an end
I raise a glass for a strong leader and friend
Certa Cito
Do you stand easy on two feet?
Then think do you need that seat?
Remember Invisible limitations
As you ride between the stations
Some hide it really well
Even though their hearts or feet might swell
Some in pain are far too proud
And too scared to say out loud
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As I sat on the wayside fence
Enjoying a bask in the sun
Came by a Mom Duck
With her soft-downed yellow brood.
She "Ten-hutted" right in front of me
Ducklings screech-halted there.
I scrabbled in my pockets,
My chips turned duck-feed-fare.
Mom Duck stepped to one side
And let her kids break rank.
Right busy did the cuties get,
Clacking beaks to a man.
Quack, Quack, said Mom Duck.
You're Welcome, Ma'am, I said.
~06 May 2016~
Stand-easy: military term for a short break from exercises/manoeuvres for refreshments
I've been a lot of places I didn't want to go
I've been forced to learn some things I did not want to know.
I've watched a lot of friends die while I stood helplessly
Hearing the steel hornet sing knowing one was seeking me.
I thought I was doing my duty like so many had before
Risking all for God and country upon some distant shore.
Baby killer some have called me and since then I've heard worse
Instead of coming back heroes we're still living under a curse.
But some day when I reach heaven where I won't have to stand alone
I know I'll hear my Savior say,"Stand easy troop and welcome home."
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