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Matthew Frazier Poem
It starts with an unforgettable roaring sound,
Like nothing I'd heard before.
There's people and protection all around,
while my feet slide on the cold hard floor.
Armed with only one simple twig,
And two knives strapped to my feet.
I move forward like a ravenous rig,
Never slowing or missing a beat.
The wind plays music through my ears,
My heartbeat begins to race.
Losing mind of all my fears,
As my enemy becomes face to face.
There's only once chance for this to work,
So I focus in and take a shot.
As I can hear the enemy allies lurk,
I know I've given it all I got.
Suddenly the sound of a siren,
As I hear and become cocky.
There's no sound of hit iron,
Which is the best when scoring in hockey.
Copyright © Matthew Frazier | Year Posted 2014
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Matthew Frazier Poem
Going to war armed with a metal pole,
A stiff breeze cuts the summer air.
Becoming safe is the primary goal,
And the chattering and cheering begin to blare.
I stop to turn and face my enemy,
He stares me down, ready to battle.
I can only imagine what lies ahead of me,
But I'm tough, so I know I won't rattle.
The first shot is fired, the battle's begun,
And the shot comes close, but misses its spot.
It may have come close, but I will not run,
I dig back in and wait for the next shot.
Wind kicks up the rust colored dirt,
As a next shot, colored white, is coming near.
So I deflect the shot away, without being hurt,
Then dig back in again, feeling no fear.
A third shot is fired in the ferocious fight,
And as this next shot closes on in,
I focus and swing with all my might,
Knowing this is a battle I will win.
I smack the shot long and far,
This will be my moment of fame.
The shot clears the fence and hits a car,
And I know my homerun has won the game.
Copyright © Matthew Frazier | Year Posted 2014
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Matthew Frazier Poem
The calming sounds of birds chirping fills the air,
The smell of flowers just beginning to bloom,
The sight of the green coming back to the grasses life,
The feeling of being engulfed by a blanket of sun,
Spring has arrived.
The sound of lackluster lawn mowers starting back up,
The smell of fresh food being grilled on the patio,
The sight of sun rays beaming through the sky,
The feeling of riding around with your windows down,
Spring has arrived.
The sound of wood crackling in a toasty bonfire,
The pleasant smell of freshly cut grass,
The sight of waves crashing along the shoreline,
The feeling of having a slight breeze on a nice day,
Spring has arrived.
The sound of children back playing outside,
The smell of fresh rain caked to the air after a storm,
The sight of birds darting through the crisp air,
The feeling of cold lake water touching your feet,
That's when you can tell,
Spring has arrived.
Copyright © Matthew Frazier | Year Posted 2014
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Matthew Frazier Poem
The remote and prolonged days,
The tedious, everlasting week.
Is it really worth what it pays,
When everything around is so bleak.
Grey and blue engulf me,
While I man endless of the watch.
Fighting for the home of the free,
Making the satisfactory beyond top-notch.
Pay now means absolutely nothing,
And I may still be months away,
But, I'm living life like a king,
So I'll take it day by day.
And even when the days drag on,
When the watch never seems to end,
Working 24 hours from dawn to dawn,
I know home is right around the bend.
The saying is where the heart is,
And I couldn't agree with that any more.
I think my deployment flew by in a whiz,
A single tear as I walk to my front door.
I couldn't be more proud of what I do,
And although it's not always gravy,
I'm serving the red, white, and blue,
In the world's greatest Navy.
Copyright © Matthew Frazier | Year Posted 2014
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