|
"SOLDIERS LIKE
HIM" |
|
LISA HILBERS |
Although his hair was
graying
and his legs weren't
strong,
His heart was powerfully
full of Patriotic song.
He had pride for his
Country,
the same one for which he'd
fought,
Laying down his life,
so Freedom could be sought.
When others began to stare,
it changed his mind none,
For he had earned the
right;
he had carried the
soldier's gun.
With his shaky right hand,
he applied it to his chest,
Stood as straight as he was
able,
his pride for Nation was
above the rest.
He had crawled through the
mud,
on his belly so cold,
To protect Old Glory,
while she flew so bold.
Each star and each stripe,
waved forever in his mind,
And his wheelchair carried
the results,
of a long ago land mine.
But he mustered the
strength,
from a place the others
would never understand,
For he still traveled with
the nightmares,
of the Iwo Jima sands.
While the others remained
seated,
it was he that was in awe,
For he knew if it wasn't
for Soldier's like him,
this Nation would surely
fall.
|
2002/2003
