to 

 

  A Soldiers

Christmas Poem

 

Had no Christmas spirit when I breathed a weary sigh, and looked across the table where the bills were piled too high. The laundry wasn't finished and the car I had to fix, My stocks were down another point, the Dolphins lost by six.

And so with only minutes till my son got home from school, I gave up on the drudgery and grabbed a wooden stool. The burdens that I carried were about all I could take, and so I flipped the TV on to catch a little break.

I came upon a desert scene in shades of tan and rust, No snowflakes hung upon the wind, just clouds of swirling dust. And where the reindeer should have stood before a laden sleigh, eight hummers ran a column right behind an M 1 A.

 


A group of boys walked past the tank, not one was past his teens, Their eyes were hard as polished flint, their faces drawn and lean. They walked the street in armor with their rifles shouldered tight, their dearest wish for Christmas, just to have a silent night.

Other soldiers gathered, hunkered down against the wind, To share a scrap of mail and dreams of going home again. There wasn't much at all to put their lonely hearts at ease, They had no Christmas turkey, just a pack of M M R Es.

They didn't have a garland or a stocking I could see, They didn't need an ornament-- they lacked a Christmas Tree. They didnít have a present even though it was tradition, the only boxes I could see were labeled "Ammunition."


I felt a little tug and found my son now by my side, He asked me what it was I feared, and why it was I cried. I swept him up into my arms and held him oh so near and kissed him on the forehead as I whispered in his ear.

Thereís nothing wrong my little son, for safe we sleep tonight, our heroes stand on foreign land to give us all the right to worry on the things in life that mean nothing at all, instead of wondering if we will be the next to fall.

He looked at me as children do and said its always right, to thank the ones who help us and perhaps that we should write. And so we pushed aside the bills and sat to draft a note, to thank the many far from home, and this is what we wrote:

God Bless You all and keep you safe, and speed your way back home. Remember that we love you so, and that youíre not alone. The gift you give you share with all, a present every day, You give the gift of liberty and that we canít repay.


"...this is an open and grateful tribute to the men and women who serve every day to keep our nation safe."
 

Author Unknown

 

           

 

 

              

 

 

 

 

I Wish to thank Dee & George from Brooklyn for presenting me with this lovely ''Top Site Liberty Award'. I must give the praise and honor to my Heavenly Father. For without Him I would be nothing and this site would be even less. Well Glory!

 

 

Click here to Vote for my site. Thank you!

 

 

 

 

Free Tell A Friend from Bravenet.com Free Tell A Friend from Bravenet.com

 

 

 

                                                 

Disclaimer: I received the above poem and picture in an email and there assume that it is public domain. However, if you know of the author please write me so I could accredit them properly...  Thank you. Jim Keeling

 

 

 

CCopyright © 2004 Jim Keeling Ministries
All Rights Reserved

Page created; December 2, 2004