Poem -

The Veteran

He, whom sacrifices his life,

Forbears a home, a daughter, an expecting wife,

His heart, merciless, yearns,

Only, the fire to serve incessantly burns.

The flames perpetually ascend,

A reminder that his country depends,

On the hand,

In which, he selflessly lends.

The American flag sways in the distance,

Without it, freedom would lack existence,

Striking with beauty, colors, red, white, and blue,

The soldier lifts his hand, offering salute.

A bead of sweat glides down his face,

An offering to the frenzied pace,

The soldier to his left falls to his knees,

He pulls him up, his savior at ease.

The Savior falls, pushing the other from the grim,

The fear in his eyes, the pain in his chest,

He comprehends that soon, he will rest,

Soon after, he feels the lights begin to dim.

The last image is of our flag, its colors shone,

Our flag of our home,

Our home of the brave,

His final thought, is a thought of prayer.

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Valerie Beasley...

Beautiful write. Ā I amĀ the daughter, sister, niece and cousin of veterans. I, too, am thankful for those who defended this country in time of strife and grateful for those who are defending it now. Ā These brave and loyal men and women of the US Armed Forces stand as examples to all of us. Ā Thank you!

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mineaclarice

Thank you! I am also kinĀ of multiple veterans, and I appreciate someone else going out of their way to say they are thankful for our Veterans. I wrote this for Veterans Day, and entered it in the Veterans Day Poetry Contest at my school. Wish me luck! :)

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