Their Sleep's A Storm
Author: Marilyn A F Longfellow
Sleeping in a muddy trench.
Our heroes breathing filthy stench.
Or resting in a bed of sand.
Temperatures rising to a crimson red.
Sleep dosen't come easy
Laying on an asphalt road.
With tanks at their feet
And AMMO their pillow.
Waking all hours when bugles blow.
One eye opened, One eye closed.
Dreaming of the bed you're in tonight.
No matter how lumpy! Oh sweet delight!
A restroom a snack, air conditioning.
Given up so others may hear liberty bells ring.
So when you lay yourself down to sleep.
Pray the Lord their souls to keep.
A cool breeze to float across their cheek.
And lots of food for them to eat.
Lord keep them safe or cool or warm.
Until they're home, Their Sleeps A Storm.......
------- Author's Notes -------
Please Pray For Our War Heroes
Comments on this poem/writing:
|MC (126.96.36.199) -- Wednesday, June 28 2006, 11:09 pm|
Thank you so much for this poem. We take so much for granted. I pray for our military men and women, every day. I'd like to send this to my son, who is with the 101st Airborne, with your permission. I would be very honored if you would send a copy of my poem "Avenging Angel" to the Marines in Baker Co. Contact me through Becky and I will send you an e-mail version of it, to make it easier to print out. Great poem, great reminder of the price paid for our freedoms. Thanks.
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