~The Dragon Flies Lair~

Poets | August 27, 2003 | bentfeather

[Soaring Feather]

Oh,unexpected guest
your presence without flesh
steals the lies
you're the sanctuary of love
and desire of night companion...

bentfeather
a/k/a MHL
Copyright(c)2003
All Rights Reserved

[SAMWolf]

It sure is nice to see some of your poetry on the thread again. :-)

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks so much Sam. It's so good to post. Sure hope I can get my wireless issues straightened out soon, there is one angry Finn (Helga) about ready to blow her cork at a certain company. ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

[Victoria Delsoul]

That's so beautiful, bentfeather. Thank you very much.

[HairOfTheDog]

~smiles~

I like this one, bentfeather. Thank you!

[Soaring Feather]

Thanks so much!! Good to see you!!

[snippy_about_it]

Thanks so much SAM. I miss seeing you and Snippy every day.

We miss seeing you too! Take care and hurry back to the threads.

[snippy_about_it]

As dawn arrives
My eyes struggle to open

Thoughts of you flood my mind
And I lay here

Longing to return to sleep
Dreaming only of you




sai 9/03

[SAMWolf]

Good Morning Everybody.

You Know The Drill
Click the Pics

Coffee & Donuts

[SAMWolf]

One Year



WHEN I WAS 17 I WORRIED ABOUT:
learning enough to pass final exams
would I have enough gas for my car
friends going their own way after graduation
having a date on Friday night
losing my girlfriend

WHEN I WAS 18 I WORRIED ABOUT:
learning enough to survive a war, not pass an exam
having enough ammunition for my rifle, rather than gas for my car
my friends being killed, rather than going their own ways
being point man on a Friday night ambush, rather than a date
losing my life, rather than my girlfriend

Don Schaffer
Sergeant
United States Marine Corps
Republic of South Viet Nam
1967 -1968

[snippy_about_it]

Very nice poem. Thanks for the ping. Music will have to wait. :(

[Conspiracy Guy]

Growing up and serving during the Viet Nam era I can relate. I was lucky and served stateside. But I would have served in Nam, the Gulf, where ever my Nation called.

God Bless our Troops and our Leaders. Give us Your Guidance
and Blessing. Only through You will we triumph over evil.

Amen

[SAMWolf]

You went where your orders sent you, you served that's what counts.

[Conspiracy Guy]

SAC had a way of making things scary but not like getting shot at. But I would have then and still would today, serve with my fellow Americans on the front line anywhere in this world. I feel that our current conflict has much more public support than Viet Nam did, especially late in the War. But as you said, Soldiers go where they are told to and serve to the best of their ability.

[snippy_about_it]

"FOURTH DIVISION MOTHERS"



Fourth Division mothers
lift your hands in pride,
While I attempt to tell the story
Of your gallant sons who died.

They stormed those famous beaches
In the June of '44
And thousands of those there with us that day
Aren't with us anymore.

The Cherbourg port was intact
The War Department said
So we paved the road to history
with Fourth Division dead.

The Panzers came to meet us
In the daily counter-attacks,
With a blistering concentration
We proudly drove them back.

We broke their line in Normandy
And astounded half the nation,
By blitzing through to Paris
To perform the liberation.

The depleted German Army
We threw to quite a loss,
They came to respect our division
The men of the terrible green cross.

We drove them back thru the Ardennes forest
And ripped a hole in the Seigfried Line,
Although we drew out to consolidate
Before heading for the Rhine.

And again we drove into Germany
Determined not to stop,
And that is where you will find us now,
Fighting around the clock.

Mothers of the Fourth Division
Your sons will march with us again
When we parade down Unter Der Linden

And Old Glory Flies over Berlin.

written by Stanley Jozwiak who was wounded at the Battle of The Hurtgen ForrestLink

[SAMWolf]

Nice Snippy. Thanks for tieing into the Foxhole today.

[Trikebuilder]

For all Soldiers, Sailors, Airman, and Marines serving America in her time of need.

Thanks
A soldier walks a lonely post across the shifting sand,
and keeps an eye on troublespots where evil's known to lie.
Damn tough duty, every day, and trouble always close to hand,
A soldier does the toughest stuff, yet keeps a smile wry.

Duty is the hardest boss for it comes from within the soul,
and a soldier knows what’s asked of him, and so he truly tries.
The enemy knows all to well that our soldiers track evil to its hole,
and will pry it out and take it out, remembering 9/11 cries.

America, America, so proud of all a soldier does for her each day ,
and of the debt that is incurred for each who stand for country and for flag.
Thank you one and thank you all for serving in your heroes way,
in you echoes all our past and all the courage of soldiers past, a spirit that never lags.

[SAMWolf]

Duty is the hardest boss for it comes from within the soul

Good one Trike.

[snippy_about_it]

I saw it while researching the Hurtgen Forest after reading your thread today and was torn between where to post it, here at bentfeather's place or at the Foxhole.

I chose here.

So I've done two today, one original by me LOL! (free flowing as I think feather calls it - doesn't rhyme) and one written by a soldier who just happened to serve in WWII and was wounded in the Hurtgen Forest Battle.

I figured I ran across it today of all days so it was supposed to be here, maybe for him. :)

That's all for me today over here though, poetry is tough work, writing it and/or formating other's work. ;)

[SAMWolf]

You can post it at the Foxhole too you know ;-)