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I am an American fighting man…
Sonia readies our children for church Todd discovers wondrous sights in a cereal bowl Sherry twirls the bows of her pigtails Rags the pup discovers his own tail at a circle’s end on the patio Twiggy the Oscar swirls her world in anticipation of a goldfish breakfast “Late, late for an important date!” screeches Max the Macaw.
I serve in the forces which guard my country and our way of life...
The dampness of this cavern Celebrates the glow of the flame Strange shapes cascade the walls Dancing a bizarre cadence To the dead quiet of the night My men rest and I think In this foreign cold warmth.
…dedicated to the principles which made my country free…
Meals-Ready-to-Eat they claim Sonia’s rock to a real food tune To correct my kids at the dinner table Would delight my core Even as mashed potatoes hit the floor.
I am prepared to give my life in their defense…
Fallen leaves decay Fallen as my fellow soldiers I should be home raking Instead I lift friends The bags of similar color But much heavier here.
I will trust in my God…
I love the rhythm of home… A carpet to be cleaned The broken belt of a sewing machine Oil that needs change Unruly weeds to be tamed Bedtime stories that must be read Love words that should be said …I miss it.
…and in the United States of America.
The loneliness of this time The aching sorrow of my soul Do not at all equal The losses of my people. But I must quiet those Who threaten mine. For I am the eye of the eagle The clenched fist of my nation The deliverer of its justice The bearer, or withholder, of its mercy.
I will never forget that I am an American fighting man.
The ash of the fire reminds My quest - to avenge the tons that fell On a fall day in September.
GOD BLESS AMERICA…AND AMERICA BLESS GOD
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