In the distance a horn blows in the night and a solder heeds its call
He says good bye to all his loved ones and all hell leave behind
As he walks out the door he looks back once more understanding it might be his last
Then he gets in the truck with several other men all silent and all bowing there head
For each solder is proud but are scared of what they’ll face
But all will fight for it is freedom they chase.
Liera Bloodheart
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
Heros
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