“All The Beautiful Young Men”

“All the Beautiful, Young Men” I see the beauty in their brave-lit eyes. At Omaha, it is their shining hour. The camera’s caught the gray of early dawn. Men stand; committed to a greater power. The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of morn. No turning back ; this is no time for pause. Momentum…

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Thanksgiving Message

“Thanksgiving Message” One cannot be so generous in war. Our Bird’s analogy; his bold account, compares this siege of Syrians to shore as long ago our Puritans did mount! Our enemy now interweaves their tread with innocent, who, striving to be free, must mock us with their ugly whore,  instead, so filled with all her…

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“Where Have All the Flowers Gone?”

“Where Have All the Flowers Gone?” Our land is thick with thistle and with thorn dead bodies lace the meadow newly stripped. The air now wracked with twisted metal born and steaming clods upon the blackness slip. So crush`ed is the early budding heads who suckle now among a sea of mud. Men plunge, protected…

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“All the Beautiful, Young Men”(2)

“All the Beautiful, Young Men” I see the beauty of his sober eyes. At Omaha, it is his shining hour. The camera has caught the scene at sunrise. He’s standing in that moment of great power. The ramp now opens; there’s the glint of dawn. There is no turning back; no time to pause. His…

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