Poems Are For The Poet

We write of life
In wake and dream
But poems are for the poet it seems
For who could have the same engage
And recognize blood on the page
As sentiment and feelings fly
In ink-ed letters cast awry
From hearts in rapture
And despair
Who left the poem,
Lying there....

To The Veteran

For every hero on the stage
On parade or in the grave
With medals pinned and glory flags unfurled

The humble serviceman by scores
Packs the caissons, Guards the doors
Sails sea and sky across the troubled world

Comrades in arms who heard the call
And stepped across that line for all
Knowing well that fate might call their name

They crossed that sword mark in the dust
For freedoms sake and God they trust
And did it not for fortunes gold or fame

So on Remembrance Day give thanks
To veterans past and current ranks
And Praise Eternal God that they were there

Oh quiet heroes, every one
Without your hand, naught would be won
Pray our acclaim, the purest badge you wear