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Portrait of a Soldier |
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Camouflage does not hide the hard face
Caring and
concern there is a trace
Aged with darkness and the truth
The soldier is no longer the child of youth
The
soldier stands for what he knows is right
Sometimes
having to deliver it with might
The soldier has taken on
a great chore
To protect the people next door
Eyes
peering like a Eagle prepared to strike
Yet distant and
some unknown sight
Scares some visible some not
The
badges of battles fought
Having viewed the evils of
war
Putting it behind is the soldier's chore
It is
easy to turn on the warrior
The Devil is the Earth's
ruler
Hilltop have been moved before those eyes
Make-up scared from dead friends cries
Uniform matted
brown dried blood
A badge of honor for brotherhood
Whether screaming through the sky,
Like an bird of
prey going by,
Slowly moving above the ground,
A
humming bird enemy found,
Covered in mud, dust,
sweat, and grace
Fighting the foe face to face
A
rolling deck on the wave
They are all honored brave
The soldier is tasked with granting safety,
protecting freedom, and allowing prosperity
The soldier
is young no longer innocent
Faced the evil where the
soldier went.
The soldier accepts the life
Placing
duty before husband and wife
Children and family are nice
But during duty must be ice.
She was the high school
beauty queen
Every teenage boys dream
Captured,
imprisoned, and tortured
To protect a life style to
nurture.
She is the single mother of a pre-school son
Loved by her family every one
Captured, imprisoned,
tortured and killed
To stop evil plans to be fulfilled
He was a knight of the sky
Cocky and arrogant but all
know why
His steed ripped away silk to the ground
Twelve years he has not been found
He was an upcoming
baseball player
He received a call for something greater
To defend his adopted home and bear arm
From those who
would bring her harm
He was a young man with
something to prove
His father, an old soldier, to get to
approve
Learned for himself what Hell was about
The
approval of others he'd live without
He is the man
seated in the oval office
His signature on a document
concise
When brought news a soldier dies
Alone, behind
closed doors, he cries.
She is the lonely lady next
door
Her children at play and doing chore
Working to
keep a smiling face
As her spouse is in a distant place
He is the little boy who salutes
The riderless horse
with backwards boots
To young to understand his parent
gone
In the casket on the Cason
He is the doctor
mad at the world
Because he can not save the wounded girl
Sworn to heal never to harm
Stuck in a war that holds no
charm.
He is the priest giving last rights
To our
Nation's fallen Knights
They have given their all
To
answer Freedom's call. |
By Mark I. Kirkmeyer
Copyright 2003
Listed
December 28, 2012 |
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About
Author...
Mark Kirkmeyer served as a Light Weapons/Medical Specialist in the U.S. Army (1983-88), the U.S. Army Reserve (1988-1992), and the California National Guard (1992-1995). He is Gulf War Veteran (1991) and served in Korea (1986-87).It is illegal to
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