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Alva Brown Poem
At Last we Pause
For: Robert Allen Wise
And at last we pause on dirty streets,
At somber rest with eternal peace.
A moment’s sleep on Satan's floor
With a constant dream of heaven’s door
The cry of battle has embrace its death
As vengeance draws its last breath
One good soul ascends abyss
Into the portal of eternal bliss.
A majestic voice said you may pass
A warriors shadow you have cast
The restless night that you have slain
Creates the dawn that you regain.
So dream no more of battles past
And awaken from your daunting task
This day of memory we give to you
My embattled brother with life anew.
SFC Alva E. Brown (ret)
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Alva Brown Poem
Welcome Home
She stood by his grave in a long black veil
They found small remains in his jungle hell.
The honor guard, they all stand tall,
As they hand her a flag for her special wall.
She thought how young when he went away,
He was so proud to be leaving that day.
Now its many years since he's been gone
So she kneeled down and said:
Welcome Home,
OH Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've marched off to deaths drum.
Some came back, but found darkness there
And it will always be their cross to bear.
So walk with me and carry on.
And know this.....
Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've been away too damn long.
You've done your time, you've paid your price.
You've felt the pain, you've sacrificed.
I know you’re tired and feel alone
So I say to you,
Welcome Home.
He was awakened by the call one night
A brother’s body was on a midnight flight.
So many times like the times before
He's followed a warrior to a loved one’s door.
So he rode his Harley to the service gate
Where there was a flag draped on a wooden crate.
And down inside laid his gallant bones,
As they passed he said....
Welcome Home,
OH Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've marched off to deaths drum.
Some came back, but found the darkness there
And it will always be their cross to bear.
So walk with me brother and carry on.
And know this.....
Welcome Home, Welcome Home
You've been away just too damn long.
You've done your time, you've paid your price.
You've felt the pain, you've sacrificed.
I know you’re tired and feel alone
So I say to you,
Welcome Home.
SFC (ret) Alva Brown
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Alva Brown Poem
In the dismal silence
In the dismal silence I sit in my dark quagmire
looking for a ray of light to guide my way to contentment.
Many times I have seen it but have hidden my face
for I fear that the brightness would only bring more pain.
It is in this inferno that Robbins cry, Ravens laugh
and the storms of life throws its fury my face.
Here I see the red evil eyes of the hounds of contentment
as they pierce my soul and shatter my serenity.
These confines that I live were created by oozing memories in my mind
and it's residue that it leaves is the poison called PTSD.
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Alva Brown Poem
A new sunrise
Took a walk through my mind
To see if I could find the time,
When life was and easy open road.
I went through many twist and turns
So many bridges I have burn,
I was totin’ such a heavy load.
I took this walk so I could see
If there was hope still left for me
Any flicker in the dark would surly do.
I traveled back from adult to child
So many memories I have compiled
I should have left a spark to help me through.
I walked my path but searched in vane
For an easy way I had lain
How could I of left no hint for me to find.
Tired from my journey I needed sleep
But a hurried stagger I must keep
Surly I have left a small glint behind.
Then at last I seen a faded glow
With a reborn hope it began to grow
I found my road and it was a great surprise.
The way was straight not turn in sight
The road that I seek was glowing bright
And all I had to do is look for a new sunrise.
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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Alva Brown Poem
Would You Always Remember Me
If I poured you your wine
Would you pour for me my dream?
If I opened for you your door
Would you open for me my heart?
If I made for you a song
Would you make my heat sing?
If I stole for you a moment
Would you for a moment not part?
If I gave these things for free
Would you always remember me?
Copyright © Alva Brown | Year Posted 2016
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