See you over the horizon there
storm clouds trouble skies once fair.
With faith in heart, sword in hand
you carry our prayers to distant lands.
Flanders Field, Montezuma’s Hall,
ever have you answered the call
to defend the weak, protect the small,
extending Justice and Liberty equally for all.
Though these ideals from higher be,
they must be earned, are never free.
The blood of patriots too often spilled
in cold, lonely, and desolate fields.
Yet cast your eyes to this torch held high
a beacon of freedom in the sky
our tribute to you is more than tears
nor huddle we from our fears
but grateful hearts and lives lived free
from purple mountains to shining sea
to you our love on winds shall fly
for country, family, and corps,
(March 6, 2003)
Someone had a boyfriend over in Iraq and asked me to write a poem on the spur of the moment. So with pen and bar napkin I wrote this.