POETRY

The Cemetery Glade

A tribute to our fall now resting in military cemeteries.

The Cemetery Glade

A tribute to our fall now resting in military cemeteries.

Owed to the Life of the Soldier

I chose to work for a defense contractor and build F4 aircraft rather than going to Nam. Yes it was important, BUT -

Remembering the defenders of liberty- America's Armed Forces

left on my doorstep at christmas... also came with a card and a thank you letter.

Brother and Sister

This poem is my inner reflection towards the tragedy that occurred the day the World Trade Centers fell.

Honor Guard

Thru rain or sleet or heat or snow, the American Legion Honor Guard will go.

"You're Our Soldiers"

I wrote this tribute to our fallen soldiers last spring after visiting the grave of a young fallen soldier who was recently killed in combat.

The Last Mission

This poem is dedicated to the US Army Air Corps of World War II, in commemoration of Pearl Harbor Day, 2011

Can't

Can’t tell where we move to, Can’t mention the date, Can’t even remember the meals that we ate. Don’t know what our plan is, Don’t where will land, Couldn’t inform you if met by band.

LIFE'S TREASURES!

Life’s Treasures! These are the things that matter..family…friends..and the simple things that God provides for us each day…(Published The Wishing Well..Treasures Edition..Eber Wein)

The Veteran

It’s the veteran, who, after birthing the nation with Washington in the Revolution, took his family past the Appalachians to the Mississippi.

In Love With An Airborne Ranger

He was always gone in the middle of the night. Always the first one in the middle of a fight. Don't remember that fairytale, had all those lonely nights. Always so proud of your man, leading the wayevery chance he can. Mother tried to warn you, but you fell in love with an Airborne Ranger

"17 ' Vietnam"

Dedicated to childhood friends: PFC Johnny Mailloux, USMC, casualty of war on 24 Nov 68, found on panel 38 on the west wall, line #50. CPL Billy Flint, US Army, casualty of war on 01 Sept 68, found on panel 45 on the west wall, line #18. Denny Gray, dying later from problems stemming from the war. We grew up in the projects of East Lynn, MA, the po side of town.

The Road of Life

I woke up about 4:30 in the morning and started to think about my life and how good God has been and my family through the years "The Road of Life" is for everyone to travel his own way.

It was you and I

I wrote this as a song, but it works as a poem also. It was written a few years after I came back from Viet Nam when it seemed that all Nam vet were not all that well received, in fact, some thought we were all just crazy. At any rate, this is how I remember the media dealing with us.

Morning Glory

I love the United States of American and especially our flag and what it stands for!

The Gurney Race by Leonard Raines

This poem honors my fellow patients who struggled with me, in grim good humor, to recover at The Philadelphia Naval Hospital in 1968-69. The events are a true representation of the facts I witnessed.

My America

I wrote this poem in March 2008 to honor all Veterans, especially those from WWII. The hallowed ground spoken of was visited during the year 1963 and later. These words are, quite simply, my feelings regarding my country and those who have served, and who continue to serve her.

Given All

All gave some, some gave all!

THE FARM BOY FROM NEBRASKA

World War II Veterans fought for the right reasons

I was Born out of Freedom and I Stand for All

A Salute to the American Flag: I was Born out of Freedom and I Stand for All

I have fought

"I have seen a thousand battles, and fought in a hundred wars"

With A Tear In Your Eye

I wrote this poem to honor Sgt. Bryan Anderson who lost both legs and one arm in Iraq. He is from Rolling Meadows, Il. and a true patriot. I was inspired to write "With A Tear In Your Eye" when Bryan was in Walter Reed Hospital recovering from his injuries. His mother asked all who visited, "Not to cry".

Saluting Liberty

For Evil slithers unprovoked, its memoirs masquerading in endless graves of tyranny, its victims promenanding Before the Throne of Justice like a thundering waterfall, while here—a bugler wails his taps in mournful protocol.

"It's Written In The Earth"

It’s written in the earth, That sunshine follows rain. It’s written in the earth, That sorrow comes again, That wars will ever roam. It’s written in the earth, While far away from home.

"A Soldiers Mom"

I pray for your peace of mind,
Your steady aim,
For your intuition and senses to be keen.
I pray you find happiness in your heart
And kindness when you are far from home.