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Recently Added

Myself, the Soldier
Melissa Ramon

Awaken the Giant!
Kelly Shar

September Eleven
Jerry Czykalowskyj

Untitled
Elopes24

Awaiting Your Arrival Home
Deanna

Honor
Cynthia C.

Para Ti Soldado
Cedar Grove Elementary 6th Graders

Jesus's Footprints
Rosie Brewer

Necessary War
Melissa Ramon

 

 


  The Snow Garden 
Bette Mioduski

 The Sound Of Red Poppies
Bette Mioduski

 

 

Independence Day
John Tetor

On Freedom
Stephen Flynn

The End of An Age
Pamela Austin

A Mother's Love
Pamela Austin

My Soldier, As I Wait
Stephanie

Beholding Beyond Words
Jerry Czykalowskyj

"SSG Cameron Bryan Sarno"
Teresa Sarno

A Soldiers Night
Melissa Ramon

A Marine's Promise
Mindy Neff

A Childs Love
Cindy Zielinski

Freedom
Jennifer Squiers

The Many Faces Of The Uniform
Jeanette C. Hernandez

She Still Stands
Martin Connors
Philadelphia Police Officer, Philadelphia, PA

Salute the Banner
Martin Connors
Philadelphia Police Officer, Philadelphia, PA

 

Poem of the Month

December 2003
A Bother Unlike Any Other
  Jessica Hebert

November 2003
Answered Prayers
 Shelia Cook

 September 2003
It Could Be Mine
Bette A. Moe

July 2003
United We Stand
Clifford D. Ferguson

  May 2003
Freedom's Hero
Jean Arnold

March 2003
Let's Pray
Cindy Daniels

January 2003
Cut The Skies
SFC Keith L. Hardin
Sarajevo, Bosnia

December 2002
Shadow Memories Of Fallen Friends
John Tetor

November 2002
For the Fallen Heroes who gave it all
Joseph A Boyd

 

Submitted Poetry Page 2

What Can We Offer This War
Cindy Daniels

Today I Wept
Michael Johnson

Fortune Cookies
Bette Mioduski

America Cries
Teresa Jahn

For Those I Love, for those who love me
Pat Theriot

I’ll Take It From Here
Marcella Dawn Tom

When Duty Calls
John Tetor

Stand for Glory
Leah Bromley

Our Wings are Scorched
Joan Ashleigh Miller

I Will Soar
Brenda A. McMahon

My Last Flight
John Tetor

 

Cry No More For Me
John Tetor

Proud To Be An "American"
Pamela Pleasants

Wings
Pam Pleasants

A Letter To Terrorists
Rebecca Bingham

There is a Feeling of Sadness
Margaret Rodgers

That Sad and Dark Day, in September
Torres Family

Peace on Earth
Margaret Moore

Are You Ready
Dottie Bowler

The Stable
Margaret Moore

His Tree
Margaret Moore

Wisemen Worshipped the King
Margaret Moore

My Sheep
Margaret Moore

 And more...click here.

 

 

Submitted Poetry Page 3

***Added 07/03/02***

Essays, Short Stories, and Poetry

Submitted By Military Personnel

 


 

Submitted Poetry

 

Myself, the Soldier

I am a soldier
Tried and true
Scarred from the battles
As I journey through.

Up and Down
In and Out
I always survive
There is no doubt.

Now I am weary
Worn and tattered
Looking behind me
It did not matter.

Why do we fight
For things we can't have?
Continue to move
Down a beaten path?

Reaching and grasping
For what is a dream
Wanting and needing
Unending, it seems.

 

Melissa Ramon

Copyright ©2004 Melissa Ramon


 

Awaken the Giant!

 

A nation mourns,

A nation weeps.

Awaken now

The giant who sleeps.

 

Red for their blood,

Blue for our brave,

White for our motives,

Freedom to save.

 

The innocent died,

In hot flames of hate.

The guilty who've lied

Will find a worse fate.

 

No where to run

No refuge to find.

This peace loving giant

Their bones now to grind.

 

The so many heads

Will then one by one

Be severed and burned,

And hatred undone.

 

When each skinny rat

Is plucked from his hole,

He'll find to dismay

That he had no soul.

 

No Jihad can save

A soul that's not there,

For innocents killed,

Not so much as a care.

 

In one bright new world,

The giant will then,

Close his sweet eyes,

And dream once again.

 

By Kelly Shar

 


 

September  Eleven

September Eleven Rendered Unto Heaven
The Souls of so Many, Loved Ones A Plenty

The World Trade Centers Towers of Human Genders
Were Forced to Surrender to the Plane Senders

Chorus:
Never not Ever Will They Return
Mountains Will Crumble, Seas Will Tumble
Things Will Never be the Same

So Many Ordinary People to Protect Family, Country and Steeple
Flew Home to Their Maker in the Clutches of the Plane Takers

Only Misguided Morals Would Dictate Such Horrors
As Ground Zero Turned Asunder in a Crashing Cloud of Thunder
  
Conjoined in the Pull of Gravity and With so Much Calamity
Ground Zero Was Born and a Nation Was Torn

Chorus:

The Brotherhood of Heroes in the Aftermath of Human Torpedoes
Put Their Lives on the Line For Your Life and Mine

This Haloed Ground Zero Birthplace of Heroes
Womb of the Nation a Symbol to all Generations

This Nation Above All Will Rally a Call
That Justices Prevail and Freedom Be Hailed

Chorus:

America¹s Resolve is to Find Credence For All
Our Freedom was Blighted, Our Fervor Ignited

We Take Upon Our Selves An Allegiance That Swells
Our Enduring Commitment to Pursue This Engagement

America¹s Endeavor is to Preach Forever
That Freedom Loving Nations can Live in Peace and Revelation

Chorus:

America¹s Endeavor is to Preach Forever
That Freedom Loving Nations can Live in PeaceŠ..Again!

 

Jerry Czykalowskyj

Copyright 2003  

 


 

Untitled
Elopes24

 

WHEN I WAS THERE IT WAS DARK AND COLD

NOT A WARM DROP OF AIR MANAGED TO BE SOLD,

HE PUT THOU ARM AND HE CALLED UNTO ME

NOT TOO LONG AFTER IT WAS THE SAVIOUR I SEE

 

I HADN'T BEEN WARNED OF ANY WRONG DOING

BUT HE CLAINMETH IT WAS I THAT HE WAS AFTER,

I LOOK UNTO HIM NOW I KNOW WHY

BECAUSE IT WAS HIM DOING THE CHOOSING

AND YES HE CHOSE "I"

 


Awaiting Your Arrival Home

 To All Of Our Soldiers,

May GOD Richly Bless Each And

Everyone Of You

for All the Good and Bad things

you've had to Endure!

But You Always Have to Remember

GOD was with Each and Every One of You

Every Step of Every Day!

I personally want to say Thank You

for Helping To Keep The USA Safe from a

Repeat of 9-11-01 and LORD WILLING

Never to Happen Again!

And You Can All Pat Yourselves On

the Back for Finding and Capturing the

worst monster { So Damn Insane } and his

bringing up the rear fight for his throne, Sons that lost their lives!

May You All Feel Appreciated Each &

Every Day For The Rest Of Your Lives and

also be Proud to Come Back Home to Your

Families and Loved Ones!

 

Deanna

Mojave, California


Honor

 

Our Men Have Died

Our Hearts Cry

Our Men of Honor, Never asked, WHY

 

Hear Us Lord

Hear Our Cry

For They Were Men Of Honor

We Will Never Ask, WHY

 

Now Strenthen Us

Let Us Carry Their Dreams

Let Us Grant Their Wishes

For They Were Men of Honor

And Honor Never Dies

 

Cynthia C.

 

 


 

Para Ti Soldado ( To You Soldier) by Spanish Speaking sixth graders at Cedar Grove Elementary

This poem won 1st place in the Ysleta Ind. School District poetry contest.

 

Para Ti Soldado

 

Para ti soldado

Dedico este poema

Porque estas lejos de tu gente

Y luchar por la libertad, es tu lema

 

Para ti soldado

Que estas lejos de tu seres queridos

Sin ver crecer a tus hijos

Para que yo este en paz con los mios

 

Para ti soldado

Que pasas tus noches en una carpa fria

Siempre esperando la muerte

Para que yo duerma tranquilo con mi familia

 

Para ti soldado

Que caminas con temor y sin tranquilidad

Por las calles de los paises destrosados por la guerra

Para que yo camine confiado por las calles de mi comunidad

 

Para ti soldado

Que estas sufriendo y llorando

Al ver a tus compañeros morir dia con dia

Para que yo tranquilo viva estudiando

 

Para ti soldado

Que duermes intranquilo

Y solo ves la muerte en tus sueños

Para que yo viva soñando un futuro feliz y tranquilo

 

Para ti soldado

Que luchas contra el terrorismo

Arriesgando tu vida en el desierto o en cualquier parte del mundo

Para que yo sea libre y un dia hago lo mismo

 

Para ti soldado, para ti

Donde quiera que estes, en Korea, Irak o Katar

Luchando por mi y mi libertad

Elevo tu espirito en alto para que pronto, muy pronto, a casa puedas regresar!

  


 

Jesus's Footprints

 

Death,and war is something we all must go through

 when there is no peace.We all win when we follow

 Christ's footprints.

 

Rosie Brewer

 


Necessary War

 

See the terror
Hear the screams!
Before the fall
Of his regime?

Beaten and tortured
Then left to die.
There was no one around
Who would hear their cries.

Slain in the thousands
Ordered the leader himself.
Even by the children
His cruelty was felt.

Stand up world citizens!
Don't look the other way.
We must help this country
Or a high price we will pay.

All these people
Have a right to be free.
Stand in their shoes
What if it were you or me?

Melissa Ramon
Copyright ©2004 Melissa Ramon  


The Snow Garden

 

A wispy veil of steam enclosed

and swallowed the garden

creatures;

she stretched and he searched her

all over,

obeying ancient rituals of the

pleasure zones.

 

 And in the swirling pods

popcorn bubbles rattled the rocky

gyser streams in a Japanese new

year shower.

She became mesmerized by her

mate's magnetic touch

as he cleaned her skin of nature's

scavengers.

 

B. Mioduski-2003

 


 

The Sound Of Red Poppies

 

The count went on,

the sight went on as long;

five hundred boots and counting.

 

An old woman threw

red seeds toward winter winds;

taps engulfed the square;

and April poppies sprung about

the ghost of every empty boot.

 

The boots sang

a tale in melodies;

a newborn's cry;

passions never again;

a thought of crackling

chips on paper plates.

 

Bette M. 2004

  


 

 Independence Day

 

As our flag "Old Glory" flies its colors

red, white and blue.

It is our symbol that stands bold and strong

part of our heritage with pride we hold true.

 

It was a goal of our forefathers

what they stood for all the way.

Their hope and dreams of a land that was free

of which we still have today.

 

Many times we have gone into battle

to fight and to protect those rights forever.

Thinking how strong our forefathers must have been

all the hardships they must have had to endeavor.

 

May we always carry on that same tradition

to ensure the rights of every woman, child and man.

After all we the United States of America

and show our strength by joining hand in hand.

 

Remember all those from among us

who have fought and for those who have died.

For them we carry on

their honor, their pride.

 

To keep America

the way it should always be.

With equal rights and justice for all

and the home of the free.

 

A lot has happened this last year

our strength as a nation has shown.

With honor, respect and faith

in God, our country and our home.

 

By

John Tetor

Copyright ©2002 John Tetor

  


 

On Freedom
Dedicated to the survivors and victims
of the disaster of September 11, 2001

 

Our freedom is a precious thing!

It makes us who we are.

Those who try to stop it's ring

soon discover they shan't get far.

 

Our towers they may knock down,

create havoc though they might.

will find out that we frown

on their foolish fight

 

For we are an awesome breed,

the best the world has seen!

We accept every man's creed

and create a wondrous thing.

 

So though you try to frighten

and pain you may inflict.

you soon shall be enlightened.

It's YOUR asses we're gonna kick!!

 

Stephen Daniel Flynn
Copyright ©2001

 


THE END OF AN AGE

 

TEARS FALL DOWN THE CHEEKS OF MANY

PAIN ABOUNDS

SORROW REPLACES WHAT WAS LIFE

YOU TAKE AWAY THE VERY BREATH FROM US ALL

YOU ARE EVIL

YOU GAIN NOTHING

BUT THE EMPTY EYES OF ALL OF AMERICA

 

PAMELA AUSTIN

  


 

A MOTHER'S LOVE

    

MY DEAR SON I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THIS DAY,
YOU OFF TO WAR AND ME ALONE
TO WONDER WHAT YOUR DAY IS LIKE

FIGHTING IN A COUNTRY THAT WHEN WE HAVE DAY
YOU HAVE NIGHT

 

A MOTHER'S LOVE DOES INDEED ENDURE
BUT THIS I FEEL IS BEYOND THE PAIN,

BEYOND THE SCOPE OF ANYTHING.

I LOVE YOU SO

 

MUCH THAT NOW IM FEELING EVERYTHING
I SEEM TO KNOW WHEN YOU ARE SAD,
WHEN YOU HAVE FEAR,WHEN THINGS ARE

BAD.

 

HOW CAN THAT BE FOR I'M NOT THERE,
COULD IT BE EMPATHY OR SOME STRANGE
CONNECTION FROM AFAR?

 

I NUTURED YOU FOR SO LONG

AND NOW YOU'RE GONE TO A WAR
THAT WILL GO ON FOR SO LONG

THAT I FEAR THAT THE MEN WE ONCE KNEW
WILL BE CHANGED FOREVER AND INTO WHO?

 

I LOVE YOU SON AND ALWAYS WILL

WHY MUST WE FIGHT

SO MANY WARS?     

 

PAMELA AUSTIN

 


My Soldier, As I Wait

 

Time passes slowly

When you are not near

And it slipped right through my hand

When I had you here

 

Hold my heart with gentle hands

You take it far away

To a place filled with poverty,

With hatred and dismay

 

You fight for our country,

Our freedom, and our lives

You sacrifice yourself

Putting everything aside

 

All day I think about you

And stare into empty space

Are you fighting on the battlefield

Or resting on the base?

 

So, when the road gets tough

And you have no where to hide

Let my face give you resolution

And put all your fears aside

 

 Stephanie

 


 

Beholding Beyond Words

 

Beholding Beyond Words To Our Servicemen and Women

Stationed Around the World In Far Away Places

There¹s Not Much We Can Say To Thank Them Enough

For What They Go Thru Each Day In the Rough

 

But: Give Them Our Thanks

Give Them Our Love

Give Them Our Regards

For a Safe Return

 

We Praise and Raise Our Hands to You

That Earned the Honor That We Now Bestow

We Salute You For A Job Bravely Done

And Applaud Your Courage In The Face Of The Unknown

 

Defending Freedom

Defending Liberty

Defending Peace  

At Home And Abroad

 

For The Past, Present, And Future Generations

Duty Will Always Be An Honorable Citation

To Stand The Ground That Freedom Upholds

To Endure Engagements Where Ever They Unfold

 

Defending Freedom

Defending Liberty

Defending Peace

At Home And Abroad

 

For Those MIA'S, POW'S,

Fallen Soldiers, Who Gave All They Could

We Will Search For As Long as It Takes

You Are Not Forgotten And Will Always Be

 

In Our Hearts

In Our Prayers

In Our Minds

For All Time

 

These Immortalized Soldiers Whose Bravery Abounds

They Are Sisters, Brothers Heroes Profound

They Enlisted For the Duty At Hand

To Serve The Cause Of Country And Land

 

They Serve With Honor

They Serve With Valor

They Serve With A Pride

That Will Change Them Forever

 

To Our Forces Standing Tall And Proud They Be

Our Country¹s Behind Them In A Solemn Sea

So Let The Flags Of Freedom Fly

Unfurled In Their Majesty High

In The Sun

In The Rain

In The Winds

 Across This Land

 

These Are The Things Our Country¹s Made Of

These Are The Things We Cherish And Love

So Let The Flags Of Freedom Fly

Unfurled In Their Majesty High

 

In The Sun

In The Rain

In The Wind

Across This Land

 

(Repeat)

 

Jerry Czykalowskyj

Copyright 2003  

  


"SSG Cameron Bryan Sarno"

 

Loving you was so very easy...

with your heart of gold -

a smile that was full of love -

and a life of never ending experiences.

your life was so full of excitement.

so, why then -

was such a life taken from us?

why, someone please tell me why?

a life so full of love and joy.

it doesn't  make any sense.

they say things happen for reasons -

but, I have yet to find the reason.

but there's one thing I do know -

Loving you was so very easy.

A love that will ultimately live on -

In my heart Forever...

I love you - SSG Cameron Bryan Sarno

 

Just Me -Teresa Sarno

Written for a very special man who died in Kuwait on September 1, 2003 while

serving his country.

 


A Soldiers Night

 

Hunkered down

And all alone

You wish for the arms

Of a loved one back home.

 

Facing the battles

Of the new day

"Lord, please protect me,"

Silently you pray.

 

Staring at the stars

You ask yourself "why?"

So many of your friends

May have to die.

 

Remembering your country

The land of the free

You will bring life and hope

Above all, you bring liberty.

 

So into this war

You'll give it your all

When you are frightened

On God, you can call.

Melissa Ramon

Copyright ©2003 Melissa Ramon 

 


 

A Marine's Promise

 

            He fights for your freedom day after day

            He risks his life in a land far away

            He fights a war for a reason that's clear

            To fight for the country that I love so dear

            Remembering the hopes and dreams of his past

            Praying all night that it won't be his last

            He fights bravely in rain, sleet, and snow

            He fights in places that others wouldn't dare to go

            You might wonder who would want to do this

            It was a Marine who made a promise

               

Mindy Neff

 


 

 A Child's Love

 

 For the passion of being with you,

 Is not the same as to be apart from you.

 You are my life,

 And you are my soul.

 

 The passion you give,

 Helps me to do everything.

 You are my inspiration,

 You are my passion.

 

Cindy Zielinski

2003

 


    For all the ones who bravely fought to keep our country free

     

    Remember the ones whose lives were lost defending you and me

     

    Each and every one of you my thanks I truly give and to the ones whose lives were lost so that I may live

     

    Every time you see the flag remember to give thanks

     

    Don't forget the ones who gave their all so our flag could stand so tall

     

    Oh beautiful for spacious skies we sing let freedom always ring

     

    May we always remember the price you had to pay, thank a veteran this Veterans Day

Jennifer Squiers


  

Poem of the Month for December 2003

 

Dedicated to:
SPC Justin Hebert
C 1/508th IN 173rd ABN BDE

July 28th 1983-August 1st, 2003

Written by his sister, Jessica Hebert

 

 

A Brother Unlike Any Other

 

This can’t be true, it just couldn’t be?

 

This is the land of the brave and

The home of the free.

 

I’m just lost in the thought that you’ve been taken from us.

I feel like I have been left behind

Left in the dust.

 

Life just isn’t the same.

It isn’t that perfect picture

In an All-American frame.

 

My head has been flooded

With all memories of you.

It’s hard to pick the best one’s.

There are more than just a few.

 

I never thought a tragedy like this would become so true.

I know you’ll be here to guide us.

It will be you that pulls us through.

 

I’ll sit here and cry for all time.

Inside and out I will forever weep.

You are a brother unlike any other

…Nobody could compete….

 

I’m sorry for all the times that I beat you up.

However, you should have seen it coming Bro;

You should have ducked.

 

We were very competitive with one another at everything we did.

You liked playing video games, trading baseball cards,

you were content with these as a kid.

 

You played your sports.

You even joined band.

You were an all-around good guy.

On your own 2 feet you could stand.

 

As you grew up you became a very clean-cut, handsome young man.

I was in such shock.

I envied you so much more.

I was your #1 fan!!

 

You mean more to me than money and materialistic things.

You are my brother, my friend,

You are my everything…

 

To all of my friends and co-workers

I boasted about you.

You were fighting for our country.

 

You were this families’

This town’s

Very own..

RED, WHITE & BLUE.

 

We were scared but supportive of what you had done.

We all just wish that the war would have ended

And the freedom bell would have been rung.

 

I wouldn’t want my brother to be remembered in any other way…

 

That is why, I am here to say

Justin,

I love you

More than words and thoughts could ever convey.

I’ll watch over everyone.

We will all be okay….

You’ll live in our hearts for the rest of all time.

I’ve got to let you go now…

 

Yes, brother…….it is the last of this long, deeply thought out, heartfelt rhyme.

 

I love you and will miss you for all time.

 

Jessica Hebert

 2003

 


 

Poem of the Month for November 2003

 

Answered Prayers

 

(WRITTEN FOR KILO CO. 3RD BATTALION 23RD MARINES)

 

YOU GOT THE CALL TO SERVE YOUR COUNTRY -

WE KNEW YOU HAD TO GO,

ALL THE THINGS YOU'VE SEEN AND BEEN THROUGH -

I'M SURE WE'LL NEVER KNOW.

 

YOU LEFT YOUR HOME AND FAMILY -

WITH A TEAR, BUT NO COMPLAINTS,

YOU SERVED YOUR COUNTRY PROUDLY -

FOR THAT WE ALL GIVE YOU THANKS.

 

YOU FOUGHT FOR OTHERS' FREEDOM -

MORE THAN HALF THE WORLD AWAY,

YOU SERVED YOUR COUNTRY PROUDLY -

MONTH TO MONTH - DAY TO DAY.

 

WE WATCHED CNN ON TV -

TRYING TO GET THE LATEST NEWS,

WOULD THE WAR GO ON TOMORROW -

HOW MANY SOLDIERS WOULD WE LOSE.

 

AS YOU LAY ON YOUR COTS AT NIGHT -

IN THOSE GOD-FORSAKEN PLACES,

OUR PRAYERS WERE WITH YOU ALL -

AS WE WERE PICTURING YOUR FACES.

 

YOU HELPED GIVE THOSE PEOPLE FREEDOM -

SOMETHING THEY HAD NEVER KNOWN,

THEY HAVE SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR NOW THAT

SADDAM'S REGIME IS GONE.

 

AS WE WELCOME YOU HOME TO US -

WITH SMILES AND OPEN ARMS,

WE THANK GOD FOR TAKING CARE OF YOU -

AND KEEPING YOU ALL FROM HARM.

 

Shelia Cook

9/25/03

  


 

Poem of the Month for September 2003

 

IT COULD BE MINE

 

Every day I look for news of my son
Instead I read that another soldier has fallen
And I worry, will I get the call
IT COULD BE MINE

 

Every day I look at the forum
And read that another has heard from their son
The phone rings
IT COULD BE MINE

 

Every day I search the Internet for a glimpse of my son
Instead I see pictures of others
When a new picture comes on, I look
IT COULD BE MINE

 

Every day I try not to worry
But another soldier has fallen
Another loved one’s heart is broken
IT COULD’VE BEEN MINE

 

Bette A. Moe
Mother of Son in Heavy CO 2/3 ACR
Stationed in Iraq beginning 4/25/03

"My heart goes out to all of the parents who have lost their loved one in combat and to all the spouses and children who have lost that significant person who had filled their life with joy, friendship and love."


  

Poem of the Month for July 2003

United We Stand
By Clifford D. Ferguson

  


 

Poem of the Month for May 2003

 

Freedom's Hero

 

Every hero may someday fall,
It's a doom he has come to face.
Sacrifice no stanger to him,
Wars he will wage for freedom's sake.

So, shed a tear for him tonight,
Sleeping on a bed of desert sands,
His blanket strange stars in the sky.
Oh, warrior of peace, our hope's in your hands.
I shed a tear for you tonight.

Sometimes his closest companion is fear,
But he won't falter when the time gets here.
He'll stand his ground come what may,
And that's a debt we should all repay.

Oh, say a prayer for him tonight,
Who watches over our peaceful sleep.
Our lives, liberty and our dreams,
Trust into his vigilant keep.
Yes, pray for him tonight.

 

Jean Arnold

Copyright 2003

  


The Many Faces Of The Uniform

You're the mother who would drive away monsters from under the bed;
You're the brother who would tickle until pants were wet,
You're the friend who would carry that extra load without being asked,
You're the father who would tower even the biggest of giants,
You're the son who would charm your way out of trouble with a twinkle in your eye,
You're the cousin who would always have an answer,
You're the sister who would always have the extra time to just listen,
You're the husband who would make clouds disappear if even for just one sweet moment,
you're the uncle who would never quite be able to say no with a straight face,
You're the wife who would soften even the hardest blows of life,
You're the aunt who would always manage to sneak a fast one past the parents just to see that wining smile,
You're the nephew who would always manage to sneak in a Saturday visit just to say hi,
You're the niece who would seem to get a littel sweeter as days wore on,
You're the grandchild who would sacrifice weekends with friends to just to help out in the yard,
But now you're the one in uniform who would stand proud, brave and unwavering for those who cannot.

For that I thank you, God Speed
Jeanette C. Hernandez


 

She Still Stands

 

From her island sanctuary
She stood glorious in the sun,
As clouds billowed softly by,
I saw Liberty; her torch raised to the sky

From the sky flew the demons from the east,
By blade, capturing the wings of the eagles flight,
Four riders stormed down delivering death,
Laying siege on her fortress of democracy

The towers destroyed and the keep damaged,
Countless souls delivered into God's hand,
The devil's seed had been sowed
An unholy bounty reaped

Fire, soot, and ash rained down to the street below,
Onto The Knights of Saint Michael and Saint Florian,
Burying those who try to save
Life pushed to the limit never thought to be undone

From her island sanctuary she stood immobile,
As clouds of smoke, ash, and soot billowed
Devastation recognized and dealt
I saw that Liberty still stood

Her sons shall raise their swords
To vanquish the evil back into the night
Her torch shall never grow dim
It will always be raised to the sky

Martin Connors
Philadelphia, PA
9-12-01


 

Salute the Banner They Raised

Salute the Banner they raised on that hallowed ground
Shed no more tears of grief
Let every child know of the bravery
Remember always the heroes

Like gallant knights unbound
Pledged to protect those who can not
Meeting Death's challenge
Cherish always their sacrifice

Tell your children of the innocent blood shed
Of the unknown thousands saved by common men
As they fought for life near Heaven's Gate
Returning to Hell, the Evil that held them by blade

Salute the Banner they raised on that hallowed ground
Remember always that September morn,
As heroes stride through Heavenly Skies
Candles lit and held in children's hands like earthly stars

Towers may be rebuilt
Castles will be repaired and restored
Epics written scrolled and forgotten
Smiles will return; Tears will dry

Salute the Banner they raised on that hallowed ground
Rejoice in the victory of the soldier
Who fought in a distant land to end a tyrant's reign
Bringing to justice the traitor who fought against his Flag

Salute the Banner they raised on that hallowed ground
Cheer always the freedom endured
Preserve the Unity that prospers still
Protect the liberty that is the beacon to the world

 

Martin Connors
Philadelphia, PA
2-11-02


 

Poem of the Month for March 2003

Let's Pray
By Cindy Daniels, March 2003

Let's pray for our nation and the safety of man,
for support of our troops who hold our lives in their hand;
for all the men and women who place our freedom so high...
they do whatever it takes for the star spangled cry.

Let's pray for our president and the load that he bears
from the ones quick to criticize and cast insolent glares;
"Give Peace A Chance" is on the signs they still hold
but where was all this peace when terror caused towers to fold?

Let's pray for the families and the ones they have lost
for the sake of our freedom and all it has cost;
for the young soldiers scared but yet, still such a brave grin
and for the seasoned commanders facing war once again.

Let's pray for our Father who provides us our strength
to take on such a mission and to go any length;
Let's thank Him for the blessings He bestows us each day
as He continues to guide us and teach us His way.

May God Bless us all in this troubling time
I'll pray for yours as you pray for mine;
and though war is upon us, the battle so near    
Lord, let you message come through loud and clear.

 Cindy Daniels
Copyright ©2002 


 

Poem of the Month for January 2003


Thanks, Bear In NC
Used with permission and sent in by Gypsy

 Cut The Skies

Soar, mighty bird of freedom.  Cut the skies,
with all the strength you can summon.  Cut the skies,
so all will know your greatness.  Call out to friends
around the world, as you soar above them,
so they may join you in flight.  Call to them,
to stand against the unholy masses, who cut
at your feathers.  Strike down those who claim the word
of the Almighty as they commit the acts of Satan against you.
Strike at their hearts, so they may know their sins.
Strike, so they may know you will not cower
at the face of evil.  Strike with your talons.
Rip apart those who would harm you.
Cut the skies, with all your might, so you may
forever soar in freedom.

SFC Keith L. Hardin
Sarajevo, Bosnia


 

Poem of the Month for December 2002

 

Shadow Memories Of Fallen Friends

 

As I stepped off the bus in the very same spot
in front of the diner where I got on several years ago.
Only difference is now as a man in a uniform
back then I was a boy so scared to go.

I had a hunger growing deep inside after that long ride,
not just for food but to see friends, I once had quite a few.
The first face I saw as I walked in the diner, was the waitress,
Welcome home soldier sit by the window and enjoy the view.

As I sat down at the same table where I sat at many times as a boy
I noticed the sun had finished its day, as it was about time to set.
Its light cast long shadows that now brings back sad memories
of the things that I had gone through, some I will never forget.

So many names and addresses in a notebook I have kept
going over and over them so much some corners are now worn.
With some other pages that are stained with blood and tears
The ones that didn't make it, for them and their families I morn.

I promised to write their families, a promise I will try to keep
to tell them just how proud I was to have known their son.
Mentioning not the bad times, because they need not ever know,
but only of the good times we had that were fun.

Like all the times when we would sing songs, tell jokes and
talk about girls, pickup trucks and our favorite sports car.
How they would just like me, silently moving lips
while saying prayers upon light of the first star.

Show respect for all those who have fought or fallen in the line of duty,
For they did what they were sent there to do.
Remember every time you see long shadows, think of those who have fallen
Then say a prayer Thanking Them and Our Lord for what they did
because
they did it for you.

By John Tetor
2/6/2002
Copyright ©2002 John Tetor


  

Poem of the Month for November 2002

 

For the Fallen Heroes Who Gave it All

I trained hard as a young man
To combat the evil of the world
I wanted to go to war
I was waiting though I didn’t know
What I was wishing for.

I thank God for the protection
He gave me for the years I was to blind
Because I didn’t know
What is required for a war of this kind

I thank Him so that I live in a Country
That is free because of what
Soldiers like you have given
Without concern of the price you had to pay

I will never forget you
Even though I never knew who you were
I just know you’re a brother
Who has fallen to protect me from the evils of war

      SemperFi
      God Bless,

Joseph A Boyd
info@beavercreek-homes.com

 

 

 

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