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TITLE (EDIT) The Soldier By The Window
DESCRIPTION This is a poem that I hope will help everyone think of Soldiers as people with familys, dreams, aspirations, and fears this poem is also about a Soldier flying out to another country where there is strong battle going on, he' anxious not knowing what awaits, but he see's a vision [297 words]
AUTHOR Joan Elizabeth White
ABOUT THE AUTHOR - [September 2009]
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS countrygirl437@yahoo.com
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The Soldier By The Window Joan Elizabeth White The Young Soldier by the Window A young Soldier is sitting by the Window Looking and thinking of what awaits him when his plane lands. He knows he's trained, he knows his mission but at 18 war is hard to understand. Silently he peers out and vividly before him, he sees mama in the kitchen praying on her knees. He knows she's praying for him and it puts his mind at ease Still, he could feel his stomach rumble from the nervousness inside He didn't grumble or complain The fear he chose to hide. Going to a place far, from his little Countryg home town What was he going into Would he let his buddies down? A lot of things this young man thought as he looked out the window at the pure , blue sky He pondered about many things and quietly ask God Why? While in his prayer he looked out the window one more time and saw A Crowd of Soldiers on a Cloud He rubbed his eyes in awe. He saw what must've been a thousand Soldiers, in misty clouds of Gray One Soldier Marched to the front line and the young Soldier heard him say. Son, I know it's scary, I'd be a liar if I said it's not I was scared myself, I marched tired, long and hot. Son, I know your missing your home God knows I miss mine too. You feel your all alone but we ride along with you. For we didn't die in vain son, do you hear the Drummer's Drumming? They can't stop us or defeat us We march on, and we keep coming! Now son, believe in your abilities and your mama's earnest prayers Because of her, you have a vision of Soldiers spirits in the air. So, now I have to go son, a grand ceremony awaits See, our Commander and Chief is waving old glory, over yonder by the pearly gates! Son, your gonna make it through this battle, cause your never, ever, alone For God is still the Master And Us Soldiers, Still march on!
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE © 2009 Joan Elizabeth White
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE September 2009	NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED 1537