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Denson Goff Poem
Seven thousand miles away from home,
the smell of our wives,
the laughter of our children,
seem all but gone.
Across an ocean,
a world away and full of fear,
our hearts desire;
nothing more but to have them near.
In a desert,
with landscapes abound,
hours may pass,
with not one sound.
As the sun takes refuge,
off in the west,
we pray to the almighty,
that we pass the test.
As darkness falls,
time begins to slow,
and we scan the ridges,
for an evil foe.
With the dawning of a new day,
we witness a glorious sunrise,
and we dream of our families and wonder,
how must we seem in their eyes?
Do they truly understand,
why we are miles from home?
Do they know why,
we must be gone?
Do they realize,
that we hold them dear?
And do they know,
that we want nothing more, but to have them near?
Seven thousand miles away,
and alone,
with each passing day,
we are one day closer to home.
-Written while deployed to Afghanistan 2005
Copyright © Denson Goff | Year Posted 2015
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Denson Goff Poem
From the marshes of the Delta, to the breakers of Sand Island,
from Fowl River to the banks of Point Clear,
from Battleship Park to Weeks Bay,
those few who know her, will always hold her dear.
When I close my eyes, I smell her sweet salt,
and in my head, I can picture that beautiful Bay.
Every dream touches on her, and when I get back there,
I am sure to stay.
I've traveled all over this beautiful world,
but I came from a glorious land.
And when I am lost and alone, I long for her live oaks,
her Spanish moss, and her beautiful white sand.
I am sure to raise my children near her.
We will swim in her waters, we will play on her shores,
we will cherish her majestic sunsets,
and to protect her, will be one of our life's chores.
I am on the road to a destiny unknown.
Lord, I am too far away from my Mobile.
Unsure of the future, I am missing that wonderful Bay,
and how she makes me feel.
By Denson Goff
Copyright 2005
Copyright © Denson Goff | Year Posted 2015
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