Saturday, December 08, 2007

A Christmas Poem....

The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
surrounded by love, secure I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night.
So that your family can sleep without fright.
It's my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers"
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled,
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."

Ride safe.

Peace out, yo!

4 Comments:

Blogger Travel Gravel said...

Thanks for a good read, heartfelt. Did you write that? Puts me in the mood of the Tim McGraw song that's on the radidio "I'm Already Home" In fact, if you put the beat of that song to the rhythm of the poem it works quite well. Did you get the link to raydobbins.com from your 12-2 post? Check it. Later!

9:54 PM  
Blogger Ari said...

Thanks Blue. I hope some selfish people that only care about their gluttony read what you posted. To all the guys and gals out there I hope you are safe. We think about you all the time.
End the war,.
Ari

1:44 AM  
Blogger bluecolnago said...

thanks guys.

that poem was sent to me by a friend and co-worker. i thought it was pretty cool so i posted it. glad you guys liked it!

gravel....

i did go look at the bikes on ray dobbins' web site. sweet! his restoration skills appear to be excellent and he has quite the eye for detail. anyone interested in vintage bicycles should take a look. thanks for sharing the link.

6:36 AM  
Blogger Guitar Ted said...

Thanks for posting that Blue, and thanks for puttin' in your time on the line. ;)

8:15 PM  

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