Written By:©Patricia Hughes
Written By:©Patricia Hughes
Thank You Patricia for letting me display these Patriotic poem!! |
Written By: Derwin *Wes* Peterson
I'm not thinking about the war,
Though its an awful mess.
I'm thinking about you and Dad,
I'm alittle homesick, I guess.
I'm thinking about Dolly Mae
and Brother Jimmy too
About my Dog, Old Faithful, Wimpey, Aunt Corney and Marlys too.I'm thinking about the drug store
where Mar and I would meet
and match a penny, now and then
as to who would stand the treat.
We were together at Pearl Harbor,
We shook hands and said, goodbye.
Like our Mothers when she got the word,
I could not help but cry.
I write this from the jungle,
Somewhere in no-man's land,
where death never takes a holiday
and blood is mixed with sand
Yet, I can see our little church
and hear the school bell ring
Now Mom, I'm feeling blue,
Fact is, I could almost sing.
All the boy's are just like me
With their thoughts away back home.
The thoughts should keep them smiling,
Where ever they might roam.
The bursting shell, the crash of plane,
The bullet with its piercing scream.
Will never shatter the thoughts of Home,
Home Sweet Home, about which they Dream
©Derwin *Wes* Peterson
Derwin Peterson of Enderlin, North Dakota, served with the U.S. Navy in the Pacific during World War ll. Derwins Poem was written when he was 18 years old. Derwins poem was found by his daughter Sue Peterson from Lakewood, California. I would like to thank Sue for letting me post this lovely poem that her father had written. |
Written By:Peg Nelson
I gave this country my special sons
You taught them to fight and geared them with guns
One has returned from his tour of duty
He now appreciates this land of beauty
Now it is time for another son to leave
I gave you another fine man I believe
Hes going to Bosnia real soon
Leaving with him are friends of his platoon
I will trust in God and he will be returned
My son will now help protect us from what he has learned
knowing that his efforts will help this countries request
I know that he will do his patriot best
They are proud to have enlisted for you and me
They both served in the army
I will not forget you sons you have made me proud
You are both very special I shout this out loud
To My Sons, Roger and Ryan Love You Both Always
© Peg Nelson
8-14-99
Written By:Patsy Ruckman
As I was at the airport today, I heard someone talking, and here's what he had to say,
I am going on a trip, but not by myself,
I am going with all my family, and we are here to help.
At first I was not sure, where they were going,
Until he said his family was his corps.
I listened as he spoke and he gave us all a grin,
And if there is a war, it will be one that we win.
I chose to do this, as his eyes filled with tears,
His grandfather and dad died in wars over the years.
It's almost Christmas, I heard him say,
I will celebrate Christmas, but just further away.
Your Christmas here, will be just the same,
Mine will be different, I'll be on a plane.
As he was talking, you could have heard a pin drop,
Christmas for him, will be when the plane stops.
After he was done, I went over to him,
I noticed on his shirt, his name was Tim.
I told him it's cold and to bundle up tight,
The war we are having, just is not right.
Deep in my heart I don't understand,
Why the peace on earth would have to end.
This is to be a wonderful time of the year,
And everyone's family should always be there.
As we said our last good-bye's,
I hugged him so tight we both started to cry.
As we waved to each other when he started to leave,
He yelled, I'm the corps angel, so you can believe.
Merry Christmas to All the service men and women.
And my God Keep them safe from harm.
Merry Christmas All!!
© Patsy Ruckman December,1999
Thank You Patsy for this lovely poem!!! |
Written By:A Marine in Okinawa, Japan
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
"SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS."
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, "CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE."
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND, AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT."
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request.
I think it is reasonable.....
PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can?
Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities.
Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed.
I would like to thank Patsy Ruckman for e-mailing me this very touching poem from this marine.
If anyone knows who this MARINEs name is...please contact me at the following e-mail...thank you
bluelace@theriver.com
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© A Marine
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