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This Is Place Of Remembrance
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A Day In The Heat Of The War
The Moon
can no longer
carry the night.
Dawn pulls the Sun
from it's pocket.
Checks ammo,
as it loads the day into
the steamy heat of a green valley,
hiding
in a vagrant mist.
Soldiers, awakening
so far away from those we fight for'.
Those, sleeping in yesterday,
...kissed by hopes and dreams,
...as we go forth
to die
in their tommorrow.
Saddle Up!.....Move Out!
Another day of sweat and madness.
The night remains so far away
sleeping in my bed.
The valley smiles with heat,
and a silence that glows
with danger.
The green waves flow on
forever,
and the clouds fill their eyes with tears.
It is a long way
..we travel together,
my Brothers.
A long way,
trying each day
to to make it outa this place.
A long way
...going home.
CAL
©aug2103 LJKlaiber cy
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Lives` Drum Beats On
March on, struggle to maintain
Keep up, dont be left behind
Sweat, bleed and die
But the drum beats on.
Fight, hide and dream
Sleep, creep and cry
Mud, stench, and wet clothes
But the drum beats on.
Remember, forget and move in a daze
Run, walk, crawl
Scream, yell and mutter
But the drum beats on
Hunger, thirst and hurt
Sick, well or somewhere in between
Wounded, not wounded or dead
But the drum beats on
Shoot, be shot or marvel at the difference
Leech, bugs, snakes
VC, Charlie, NVA
But the drum beats on
Rest, stroll up a trail
Helped by a friend
Cool breeze, clean skin
But the drum beats on
Shake hands, hug, and even kiss
Afternoon nap, laugh and a big smile
Soft green grass, sweet swell of honeysuckle
But the drum beats on
Sweet memories, forgotten childhood sweethearts, a spring dance
Stroll, short walks, a dip in your favorite swimming hole
Read a poem, talk with a friend or give an original oration
But the drum beats on
A great meal, a cold bottle of fine wine and no pain at all
Feeling great and appreciating it
Not a care in the world, full of life
But the drum beats on
At peace with the world, finding beauty at every turn
Butterflies, singing birds and small dogs
Family, friends and love of your life
But the drum beats on.
All things are relevant and of no importance
Keep a good thought for your brother
Makes no difference if you are there or not
Lives` drum beats on.
©David R. Alexander
August 22, 2003
All Rights Reserved
 Mood Heat...Mood Sand
Mood deadly..so deadly,
as night burns
like a forgotten Sun that crawls
.... slowly
over the horizon,
and reaches down to strangle
all we have gained
here,
in 'No Man's' land.
I find it hard to breathe
...anymore.
I have forgotten the place
called home.
I am burning away,
tired and young
and alone...
...
...and the voices of old soldiers,
are reminding me of a sleep...far
far away
.... far
...... from the very rest that i feel
as that of my home.
War carries nothing but pain,
and being alone.
My Brothers and Sisters
are fallen
and I am lost within it all.
Be it now!
this war.
I go foward to die
for what I do not understand!
...Remember Me!
LJKlaiber
CAL
8/22/2003
TEARS OF RED
Tears of red, stain our faces
in distant lands in hometown places
soaking deep into this Earth's core
bloodshed remembered forever and more
Seed's now to flourish, making us grow
roots of our soldiers, growing strong, growing slow
from a blade of grass to a full grown tree
memorial markers for all to grieve
Red skies of night, a single red rose
as the pages turn, in a book that won't close
From a new born child, to a salty old Vet
flowing together from blood and sweat
Tears of Red are cried on all sides
like ponds on a chess board, on others they rely
who is to say who's right, who's wrong
with the right leaders, all might get along
No final chapter, in these pages without end
each land has it's soldiers, never to bend
generations to come will make their stand
to preserve the freedom of their great land
©Chuck Preston 8-2003
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