A SOLDEIRS POEM

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A SOLDEIRS POEM

Postby IAN » Sat Dec 23, 2006 11:08 am

Laura
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>>> T'was the night before Christmas, He lived all alone,
>>>
>>> In a one bedroom house,Made of plaster and stone.
>>>
>>> I had come down the chimney,With presents to give,
>>>
>>> And to see just who,In this home did live.
>>>
>>> I looked all about,A strange sight I did see,
>>>
>>> No tinsel, no presents,Not even a tree.
>>>
>>> No stocking by the mantle,Just boots filled with sand,
>>>
>>> On the wall hung pictures,Of far distant lands.
>>>
>>> With medals and badges, Awards of all kinds,
>>>
>>> A sober thought, Came through my mind.
>>>
>>> For this house was different, It was dark and dreary,
>>>
>>> I found the home of a soldier, Once I could see clearly.
>>>
>>> The soldier lay sleeping, Silent, alone,
>>>
>>> Curled up on the floor, In this one bedroom home.
>>>
>>> The face was so gentle, The room in such disorder,
>>>
>>> Not how I pictured, A British soldier.
>>>
>>> Was this the hero, Of whom I'd just read?,
>>>
>>> Curled up on a poncho, The floor for a bed?
>>>
>>> I realized the families, That I saw this night,
>>>
>>> Owed their lives to these soldiers, Who were willing to fight.
>>>
>>> Soon round the world, The children would play,
>>>
>>> And grownups would celebrate, A bright Christmas day.
>>>
>>> They all enjoyed freedom, Each month of the year,
>>>
>>> Because of the soldiers, Like the one lying here.
>>>
>>> I couldn't help wonder, How many lay alone,
>>>
>>> On a cold Christmas eve, In a land far from home.
>>>
>>> The very thought brought, A tear to my eye,
>>>
>>> I dropped to my knees, And started to cry.
>>>
>>> The soldier awakened, And I heard a rough voice,
>>>
>>> "Santa, don't cry, This life is my choice.
>>>
>>> I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more,
>>>
>>> My life is my god, My country, my corps."
>>>
>>> The soldier rolled over, And drifted to sleep,
>>>
>>> I couldn't control it, I continued to weep.
>>>
>>> I kept watch for hours, So silent and still,
>>>
>>> And we both shivered, From the cold night's chill.
>>>
>>> I didn't want to leave, On that cold, dark night,
>>>
>>> This guardian of honour, So willing to fight.
>>>
>>> Then the soldier rolled over, With a voice, soft and pure,
>>>
>>> Whispered, "carry on Santa, It's Christmas day, all is secure."
>>>
>>> One look at my watch, And I knew he was right,
>>>
>>> "Merry Christmas my friend, And to all a good night."
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>> This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas.
>>> The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.
>>>
>>> PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favour of sending this to as many
>>> people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is
>>> due to our British service men and women for our being able to
>>> celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny
>> bit of what we owe.
>>> Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who
>>> sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this
>> small seed.
>>>
>>>
IAN
 
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