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How do you thank a soldier
Who tries to make the world a safer place,
Longs to see his sweetheart’s face,
Refuses to give up till the war is won,
Misses the first words of his son?

How do you thank a soldier
Who has to leave her own fair land,
Never breaks in enemy hands,
Truly believes in the American way,
Faces death every day?

How do you thank a soldier
Who works through the midnight hours,
Does without “real food” and hot showers,
Far from home sleeps on the ground,
Prays for his friends when no one’s around?

How do you thank a soldier
Who’s grateful for a letter from a stranger,
Bravely walks into danger,
Fights when she’s tired, sore, and hungry,
Gives her life for God and Country?

How do you thank a soldier?
You fly our flag, high and proud,
Say the “Pledge”, right out loud.
Stand for the Anthem and cover your heart.
Let patriotism show in your life and your art.

Remember always why he was lost.
Remember freedom comes at a cost.

Dedicated to the men and women who gave their all.


This was written for a friend, almost a year ago, someplace else. No luck getting it published, so I’m doing it myself. 🙂

An audible snap
carried down the line,
as emotion yielded to
thought and allowed
itself to be written.

Your heart in words
dark, cold,
bitter as tears,
Deafening anger
oddly beautiful.

What I would do for
one quiet moment,
a little clarity.
Just one moment
time to search,

A wish to find
words, any words,
to tame the rage
and soothe
your wounded spirit.

Shawn 8/17/07

Well, it was good enough to be a finalist but not to win, so I decided to share it with my friends.

We are the first generation
living worse off than our parents,
born to the possibility of annihilation,
mourning the
promise of the beginning.

From shining example of
life, lived well, to
playground bully,
playing sick games with expensive,
deadly toys.

It has reached the point where
cocksure, political ranting
has me wanting to make rude,
childish noises that
involve blowing around one’s tongue.

Republican, Democrat, Independent?
They’re all the same,
promises of honesty and character, as
empty as the hearts on
Capitol Hill.