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This Is A Place Of Remembrance No Sand Castles... Iraq
We have seen the statues toppled into the sands,
actions of the people, freed by our hands
We have given them new choices,
given lives, to free their voices
God, grant they take up the banner of right
Let there be no relaspe to our fight
Is there proof of the tyrants decline,
without it....can liberty shine
Where are the weapons of mass destruction
Have we actually stopped their construction
Have they vanished into the air
to just surface again somewhere
Are the criminals laid in their graves
or somewhere planning to reclaim their slaves
Our guard cannot never be dropped,
only with diligence.... can tyranny be stopped
Let no tyrants appear again...
othewise... peace will just be a sand castle
...built before the wind
İFaye Sizemore 5/29/03
Dawn of a day in 1966
The Sun rose
slowly
and shed tears with me.
I saw them all
lying there
as tears took all the guns away.
Friends,
and enemy
together forever.
I keep a promise.
I remember them.
İCaliber May 30,2003
 This Old Soldier Remembers
He had grown older than he realized
His hair now gray and the gleam had left his eyes.
He still remembers his friends of long ago
His gait is shorter and he walks kinda slow.
One thing he still finds the time to do
Every year at Memorial and Veterans Day he shows the respect due.
Each year he pulls our the stool from the kitchen, and climbs to the shelf
And takes down a box and opens it with care all by himself.
Within the box are the treasures of his youth,
A few ribbons, a hat and a worn uniform, remembering the truth.
Long ago his mind takes him back
To the days of his service and pictures lay neatly in a stack.
He takes out the uniform and slowly puts it on.
The years have taken a toll on the uniform, but the pride isnt gone.
His quest isnt an easy one for it causes him to remember days from the past.
Its hard to believe the years have gone by so fast.
Dressed and ready he makes his way to the corner of the street
Maybe this year an old friend he will meet.
As the parade slowly moves along he stands proud and tall
For once again he is in uniform and his service he does recall.
As the color guard passes with the flag blowing in the wind
He salutes it with vigor and shows the pride from within.
For another year has come and gone and no friend does he see
But he wont stop coming because to him he still fights for you and me.
He will always remember even if his days maybe numbered
And his health may leave but he shall remain unencumbered.
Because he stands for all that came before and shall be there long after he is gone.
For his God, family and country he served and still to the flag is he drawn.
İDavid R. Alexander
May 29, 2003
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 Veteran`s Cemetary 2003
Sunshine and azure sky,
laced with white clouds,
slowly lazing by...
A garden of white markers,
a sea of red, white and blue,
a mystic picture seen through tears
A treasured painting...
to hang on memory`s wall,
to ever honor, through the years
A constant reminder,
of those who gave all...
İFaye Sizemore May 30 2003
AT THE WALL
BRIGHT SHEEN
A RAVENS WING
NAMES
CARVED INTO MEMORY
SKY AND TREES
CLOUDS
REFLECTING
MOVING
UPON CARVED NAMES
A BREEZE THAT WHISPERS
TIME PAST
DRY LEAVES
FALLING IN THEIR YOUTH
GONE
TO A STORM
A WAR
SILENCE
AND TEARS
........NONE BLAMED
NONE DEFAMED
OUR HISTORY HAS GROWN OLD WITH US
SHADOWS FALL
BESIDE US
VOICES
CALL US HOME
TOUCH THEM
SEE THEM AGAIN
AMERICA IS YOUR HOME.
İCALIBER
May 31 2003
 Defeat, you say? Defeat?
Where were you when we went?
Where were you when we cried?
Where were you when we were in torment?
Where were you when we died?
Defeat, you say? Defeat?
When did you go to war?
When did you share a last request?
When did you invade a distant shore?
When did you get so blessed?
Defeat, you say? Defeat?
Why did you deny your friends with excuses so lame?
Why did you march against our country?
Why did you beat the drums of blame?
Why did you continue to berate the land of the brave and the free?
Defeat, you say? Defeat?
Now that we have ask the where, the when and the why
Answer one more question if you please?
Where, when and why are you able to live high and dry?
Oh, forgive the answer for you I shall give, our military, so you should be on your knees.
Defeat, you say? Defeat?
No, we are not defeated, just disappointed in those that act that way.
İDavid R. Alexander
June 2, 2003
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Host A Tankard To The Ladies
Boys are rough, tough, and smell bad,
When boys grow up they become rough, tough and are glad
Little girls are cute, pretty and smell good.
When girls grow up they are beautiful, kind and smell as they should.
Now boys, will never let anyone know when they fail
Girls on the other hand are supposed to be scared and frail
Just so you know boys are scared, frail and do a lot of cursing.
While God put girls on this earth to handle everything from childbirth to nursing.
Boys grow up to be men tis true,
But girls grow up to be mothers, never getting their due.
Boys fight the seen fights
Girls fight the unseen ones both days and nights.
The one thing you can count on is that men will always be boys
Women never stay just little girls, just doing their part without all the noise.
By nature men are supposed to be able to handle anything
But women handle anything and most often it is never noticed by their King.
If it werent for the weaker sex
Women wouldnt have anything to do by most respects.
I know this poem is no masterpiece
I realize that it might not make much sense, but without the ladies men would have caprice.
Just felt like saying that without the ladies
Nothing worthwhile would be accomplished and we men would most likely end up in Hades.
So lift your glass to the fairer sex
Host a tankard to their strength, love and show your respects.
For without women there would be no men.
Without men there would be no need to count to ten.
So ladies this is just for you my dear.
A short little verse to say how lucky we are to have you here.
İDavid R. Alexander
June 1, 2003
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 They Are Always On My Mind
They are always on my mind
Those that left us behind.
Memories that flow at night
Dreams that dont change or make it right.
They are always on my mind
Those that left us behind.
They gave it all for the belief in freedom for all
Then the Master made his call.
They are always on my mind
Those that left us behind.
Men, friends and then brothers
Then they were lost just like so many others.
They are always on my mind
Those that left us behind.
Dreams of questions and decisions made
Could they have been spared if not for the government charade?
They are always on my mind
Those that left us behind.
Are they looking down tonight?
Seeing those left behinds plight.
They are always on my mind
Those that left us behind.
Sometimes I feel that maybe I should have joined the group
I could have joined them in the sky; we could have all left in one fell swoop.
They are always on my mind
Those that left us behind.
But tonight I feel the guilt of made decisions
Its too late to change conditions.
They are always on my mind
Those that left us behind.
So I guess Ill go to my grave
With the feeling of my failure of them to save.
Yes. They are always on my mind
Those that left us behind.
İDavid R. Alexander
June 3, 2003
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