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Watching whisp of fog dancing on a star filled night.
A new born baby held by a mother gently but ever so tight.
A soldier who has returned home from his call to duty.
A man that has just bought a house for his family.
Meeting the love of your life for the first time.
The look in a poor mans eye when he recieves a dime.
What is this that i write about, what could it be?
Well i don't know, why don't you all tell me?

Thank I'm glad you took the time to read it

American pride

When I hear the songs of American Pride my heart swells as my mind
drifts, and takes a backward ride.

You see Amber waves of grain. I see sky blue eyes, laughing, and dancing
in the gentle rain.

You might see purple mountains majesty. I see little hands desperately
reaching out to me

You might say god shed your grace on thee, I pray for my children to be
spared from agony

America to me is innocent and frail, that at times needs to be protected
like the Holy Grail

Like my children seeking security, for which is why I fought the wars I
have fought as many of have before me.

Now don’t let me words deceive, please at first I wasn’t as innocent
as this words leads you to believe

I was young brave and seeking glory, which I did find; it very was
readily waiting and wanting for me.

But now I see what freedom truly is. I see what it honor, courage and
loyalty really means to me.

I sit out on my porch watching my children play, watch them romp and
dance in the winds gentle sway

While I watch them I think to my self as my heart sings the song America
the Beautiful.

Watching my children knowing I would once again give my life for
something so wonderful

imaginary passion

Tossing and turning throughout the night, the passion of my sleep
reminding of that time of delight.

Unable to endure the dreamy lust filled stress, I sit straight up to
ponder this duress.

Who is this woman that haunts my sleep, why does she tease and torment a
man to the point he wants to weep.

On shaky legs I raise from my bed, warily making my way to the water
shed, I douse my head into the ice cold water.

I look through the ripples at my own reflection. Remembering her body's
haunting curve, her wild eyes and coy demeanor.

Only used as a weapon, helpless to her web of lust filled deception.
"WHO ARE YOU!!!!" I yell with frustrated conviction.

"LEAVE ME BE" my voice turning to a pleading deviation. To my surprise
I hear a small voice wafting on the chilly night air.

“I’m your inner desire, I’m what you deny but what your mind
yearns to share”

thank you sir, I have several that I will be posting some not so grim as
this one

I look back to the days of yester year, when we were young, and strong
with not one ounce of fear.

I watched all you boys turn to men; the mere weak mortals become
heroic gods in the profession of the chosen.

Many have fallen, and moved on to Fiddlers Greene. I can picture all
of you sitting at the bar, waiting to fill your empty canteen.

I can see your medals pinned upon your chest, some of Honor, others of
bravery, neatly aligned below that coveted rangers crest.

I can see them all very keen, glistening in the sun ever so sheen.

Have your drink my brothers in arms; drink it deep and long for it is
this simple mans wish that the lord grants all of you all his bountiful
charms.

May you all have found your peace and much needed serenity, for your
deeds are now done. Now I hope you can share in quiet Harmony.

I give my word to each of you, that they will be passed down through the
ages. The day will come my strong horrifically brave soldiers.

That my canteen will be punched and I will make my way to that Kanteen,
where we can drink reminisce to those days of yester year.

When we were young, and strong with not one ounce of fear.


Dedicated to the men that have fought
and served with me, before me and after me