February 24, 2011

Men of Honor

Prompt from Poetic Asides: use any song title as the title of a poem
Song chosen is "Men of Honor" from the Gettysburg soundtrack (Randy Edelman)


Just like his daddy and
his granddaddy before him,
he spent his childhood
hunting and fishing,
wandering the woods,
whittling the hours,
learning the land
like the back of his hand,
listening to the animals
and the sounds of nature,
learning geography,
applying math and science
in the classroom of
the great outdoors.

Just like his daddy and
his granddaddy before him,
he grew up strong and brave,
ready to take on the world,
proud of his heritage,
standing tall in his boots,
riding high in the saddle,
guns always at his side;
even prouder of his family,
protecting and providing
by the labor of his hands
and living off his lands,
working hard each day,
praying even harder.

Just like his daddy and
his granddaddy before him,
he’ll someday die a hero;
protecting the land he loved,
providing security for
his wife and kids
in the form of a future,
fighting on his knees,
praying on the battlefield,
following the footsteps of
great men gone before him,
generations of freedom;
good old country boys,
men of honor.

10 comments:

  1. This touched me deeply. We have fewer and fewer families with this legacy.

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  2. This is awesome. These families serve with honor and pride ... and there is no amount of thank-yous for this committment and pride that are sufficient. Thank you for sharing. ~becca

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  3. family tradition is to be preserved.

    well penned tribe.
    Happy Monday.
    A++

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  4. A wonderful slice of What it means to be american..love it, and honor it.Thank you

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  5. A wonderful tribute to a dwindling segment of our society....we are all worse for the loss. Beautiful. Vb

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  6. lovely poem dandelion! thank you for sharing this! my late potluck haha- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/nectar-from-heaven/

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  7. Remember and honor these men who give all. Nice.

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  8. Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous, I ran through it, arms thrashing, head thrown back and laughing and laughing, it was excellent, the freedom, the exaltation!

    Super poem.

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