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Wayne Graham Poem
A long time ago
when this country was being born
we used to treat the nativeswith hatred and with scorn
People said that progress
was sure to come along
when everyone was white
and the Indian dead and gone
We took away their country
and ushered in the black
it wasn`t very long
till we tried to send them back
Now is this realy progrewss
no nation likes the other
father killing son
and brother fighting brother
Now many years have passed
and things they seem the same
nation fighting nation
and war is just a game
The brits they fought the Frenchme
then along there came the Hun
progress just seemed tobe
who had the biggest gun
Now you read the paper
a husband kills his wife
a son he kills his mother
and is sentenced then to life
Now I sit and wonder
what will my children see
fifty years from now
what will progress be
Copyright © Wayne Graham | Year Posted 2007
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Wayne Graham Poem
It`s just a little flower
painted red and green
it reminds us of our Veterans
both the living and the dead
In the year of thirty nine
young men went off to war
some of them came back
others will return no more
These young mengave their lives
so freedom they coud save
now they`re buried over there
in the unknown soldiers grave
it is now november and
thoughts they turn to snow
but lets remember Flanders Fields
wher the poppies grow
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Wayne Graham Poem
It was an early August evening
and the rain was pouring down
and she came to meet me
oh so far from town
It was the first time that I met her
I didn`t know her name
so I called her little one
and wasoh so glad she came
she was oh so pretty
with her hair the darkest red
thde thought of ever losinghr
filled my heart with dread
I looked into those haunting eyes
that go from blue to grey
and when syhe smiled at me
I could think of nought to say
She was so small amd fragile
like a doll upon a shelf
If God has maade on e better
he kept it for HIMSELF
we seemed to talk forever
far along into the night
and sooner than we thought it would
there came the morning light
Now I hope that my best friend
is whar she`ll always be
this girl i call my little one
that means so much to me
Copyright © Wayne Graham | Year Posted 2007
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