Thank you to our soldiers and a acknowledgment to old glory and a prayer for peace - poetry
Dedicated to soldiers and their loved ones
For those who have laid in fox holes,carried guns,marched for hours.
For those who have had cold wakeful nights,endless days of discomfort.
For those who have endured the agony of war for my sake.
For those who have gently kissed a loved one goodbye,
and with a tear looked back for a last time,
For those who have found courageto carry the sword of liberty.
For those who have flown with the eagle.
For those who have landed on alien soil.
Taking autonomy to other countries while care candor in ours,
For those who have lost limbs,lives and loved ones.
For those who have lost friends,sisters ,brothers,mothers and fathers,
For those who have sacrificed and gave their all for freedom's sake.
For those who have found the courage to stand,
For those who have reached out a hand for their fallen comrade.
For those who give choice to strangers ,and a hope for peace.
For those who sacrifice all they love, and pay the price for freedom.
Thank you. "
Do you know where this flag has been?
Prayer for peace
Foreign winds blow athwart the sea,
The earth begs for wars to cease,
In the aloof they play the war drum,
Rain falls and the earth bleeds
Foreign winds blow diagonally the sea,
Bio Of Judy Arline Puckett
I am at present residing in Monroe, La.
I begin journalism at the age of 11,and I'm 54 now. I am the protect of three, grandmother of five.
I love creative writing, poetry, digital art, art, Photography, and Jazz and blues music.
I write poetry and lyrics on every topic. War peace, love heartache, religion, Abortion which I oppose.
I hope to write consequential and sensible words that will touch hearts and make a differentiation in life.
A poet is the voice for those who are not including words.
Judy Arline Puckett
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