These are a few things i found hiding away on my laptop. Not sure if they were poems or what, but interesting how you find old things now and again to show how far you've come.
The spring dew reflects against the suns hard glare,
the breeze whispering against the proud trees.
The stream flows lazily in these spring days,
before the intense summer comes and the strong winds of autumn appears.
Winter is brutal in the wild.
The wind roars and the trees are proud no more, the river rages and then the darkness comes.
Battle Cry
-This was a tribute to family members who were fighting in Iraq, some returned home safely and some didn't. None of them have ever read this.
Today i stand in arms again for the last time.
My face amoung the fallen, the peaceful and at rest.
I remember everything; The joy, fortune, the passing friendships and the ones that last forever.
The pain and sorrow, the helplessness and shame.
There will be others to take my place on the battle field,
the gap filled.
But memories last longer than most have lived and i will remember it all, if you will, and you will.
And until my last breath and beat of heart
as i fade from shame and memory,
as i depart from glory and mind,
i will love you forever even if it was never said.
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