To: dutchess; Billie; dansangel; All
Thats My Boss!
When people are in trouble, and all seems to be so wrong,
A man steps forth without the crowd, to be so gently strong,
and demonstrates determination, without being cross,
and you're proud to say to all around who hear you, "That's My Boss!"
He calls no attention, makes no pretense, knows just what he needs,
to bring us comfort, resolve and strength - or simply put, he leads;
Just like a pro, he'll deftly field what evil men will toss,
and they just stand in shock and awe, while the troops say, "That's My Boss!"
He's walked with us, he's worn our boots, flown with us in the skies,
a steel glance that withers, if you dare to meet those eyes,
but also, can shed healing tears, as rain on forest moss,
and that lump just will not leave your throat, as you murmur, "That's My Boss!"
So, jaded pol or hardened cynic, meet this noble man,
belittle him, if you dare, or try to best him, if you can,
for even hardest heart will change, and take up America's cause,
and you'll stand along with me, and say with feeling, "That's My Boss!"
(c) 05-06-2004 by JSR
To: Old Sarge
That is *so* beautiful ((((((Old Sarge))))))))
I teared up when I saw the picture earlier and now your poem is just so moving.
Thank you!
48 posted on
05/06/2004 11:47:25 AM PDT by
dansangel
(*PROUD to be a knuckle-dragging, toothless, inbred, right-wing, Southern, gun-toting Neanderthal *)
To: Old Sarge
Old Sarge...thanks for posting the wonderful poem here. Between that and the picture...I'm tearing up!
69 posted on
05/06/2004 2:32:28 PM PDT by
dutchess
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