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broker6 Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 132Bellevue, NE, Sarpy |
Scarlet Lid by ãRichard J. Budig He came home, our hero did, Or what was left of him, In a box with a scarlet lid. Within, in somber repose, Attached to mournful purple, Lay a medal in gold of rose. And tucked safely inside, An official parchment, That spoke of valor and of pride. Few men, if any at all, Said the crisp little note, Show such courage as they fall. "Machine gun fire and grenades Filled the air and froze the blood, One man against the cannonade! . . ." Oh the wellspring of valor is deep, And its water's so cool, So now our hero lies asleep. And every once in awhile, When she's so alone, His mother holds the box like a child. And dreams of him as a kid, All dusty and bright-eyed, Before he came home in a box with a scarlet lid. . . .And dreams of him as a kid, Before he came home In a box with a scarlet lid. |
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Miss Abagail Mannering Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 136byron, il |
i really loved this poem....it reminds me of another military poem i read 2 days ago..great imigery...brought things home. ------------------ "Some people aren't worth a puddle of ant pee in the middle of a dessert when it's 100 degrees in the shade." -me |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Well done, Richard. Very sad and touching. ------------------ Denise |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Oh my, this is absolutely beautiful. It brought tears to my eyes ------------------ Alis volat propriis (She flies with her own wings) |
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