|Spiritual Poetry posted October 25, 2017|
In the folds of Ole Glory!
I'm Sorry contest entry
Oh, yes! We beat the drum and clashed the cymbals. The blood and guts of it all, "Is etched on my mind!" There are times even today, that I will beat my fist into the wall until it bleeds and yet, the demons bite at my heart. I stand on the Hallowed Grounds, then listen to a Bugler sound TAPS. The sound echoes across the headstones of our brave men and women, then against the Ears of God! "Hurrah!" I whispered, then said, "Goodbye," to them all. I shall be speaking to our Disables American Veterans on November 11, 2017, and shall dedicate this poem to them. Thank you for reading my work. Best wishes wherever you are.Pays one point and 2 member cents.
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