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Homecoming |
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An end to snipers
And IED flak
While patrolling
the
Ominous streets of Iraq;
Peace and tranquility
Now rule his land;
He no longer treads
The bloody
sands.
His time has ended in
The service of the
sword;
He sleeps in peace in the
Arms of the Lord.
My son, my child, my
Hope for the future,
His
uniform concealing
The surgeon's sutures
That
could not stay
His ebbing life,
And return him whole
Again to his wife
And his own sons who
In sorrow
weep
Over the coffin where
Their hero now sleeps.
The rifles fire,
The bugles play,
Honoring the end
Of his earthly days.
I turn away, and
Stifle a
curse;
I see approaching
Another hearse,
For
the snipers remain
As does IED flak
For others who
patrol
Deadly streets in Iraq. |
By Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2007
Listed
January 31, 2011 |
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