It has been a long time since I’ve been moved or inclined to attempt to write any sort of poem. Not for lack of thinking about it but they don’t exactly tend to be my forte. However, I was in my observation class the other day and we were talking about Veterans and such with it being Veteran’s Day and all, and my Professor showed a couple clips sort of highlighting how they often times fall through the cracks or definitely do not receive the care and consideration one would think they merit for the very service they’ve fulfilled. Suffice to say I was affected by it. I have never served myself and have little desire to, but I respect those who do and know they deserve far more than the lot they are often given, before, during, and after the fact. So, in that spirit, here is what came of my musing…
The piercing cry of the bugle calls,
Drawing those brave and loyal souls,
To follow the blood stained horse’s hooves,
To soil foreign, burdened by the weight of another’s sin.
Enduring the atrocities of hell on earth,
The stalwart stand fast, dying as they breathe,
Every moment an eternity of someone else’s plight,
The rider’s sword perpetually swings ignorant of cause or deed.
Haggard, beaten, broken, torn,
Weary bodies stagger, homeward bound,
Heartsick and scattered, victorious but shattered,
Peace a dream they glimpse through jaded eyes.
Warriors, heroes, saviors all,
Returned home, changed, wreathed in fog,
Altered reality brings little solace and
Still they hear the horn’s call.
Take from it what you will, but I just thought I’d share. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you have a very good day.