41. A Soldier's Reason
I can remember the first time that I
saw your smiling face,
I held you close to my heart, you could
probably hear it race.
I can remember the first time that I
saw your smiling face,
I held you close to my heart, you could
probably hear it race.
Wow!!!!!! A beautiful poem :D I love it, it's so touching
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Famous Poem
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
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Listen
Listen to the distant drums.
Listen to the bugles calls.
My Marine so far from home.
Over seas, but not alone.
I hold you close in my thoughts and prayers.
Missing you through all my tears.
A young boy playing games of war,
His imaginings filled with innocence, unaware of reality's horror.
He heard a voice filled with cadences being sung like hymns,
On barren land on western field
Where only sadness war can yield
On battle sites where none had grown
In fact the bravest seeds were sewn
I don't want him to go.
I don't want him to leave.
What can I do?
All I do is plead.
Here's a friendly little greeting
Just to welcome you back home,
You serve your country admirably
As so far and wide you roam.
Hello Pauline,
You've penned a caring and heartfelt poem. I'm very
touched by it. My very best wishes for the contest.
My grandfather was a farmer; his hands were hard and cracked
His words were soft and careful built from farming fact
The outside world was foreign, until it came to call
Taxation and enlistment for the betterment of all
Proud to defend his country, to protect this land.
He signed up with other soldiers to make a stand.
A band of brothers they quickly became.
Very moving. My father, brother and husband were in the armed forces, so this poem means a lot to me. Very best wishes, Ann.
When I met the tall and amiable Vietnam War veteran,
my shyness showed,
yet, my throat dried and tightened when he softly
spoke the words, "The war never goes away."
(The book I've been reading rests on my knee,
you sleep.) (Wendy Cope)
I am trying to read, I cannot sleep,