AMERICAN SOLDIER I AM

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I sleep in dirt fox holes

With little to eat–

I stnad at my post

In cold, heat and sleet.

My Dad stood watch in the jungles of Nam

—A faithful American Soldier—I Am.

I’lm here by my own choice

I’m here day and night—

My Gramps died at Pearl Harbour

On that fateful night—

I’m taking my turn for one and all

Making sure Old Glory never shall fall.

I’m away from my family

My dear kis and my home;

My wife sends me pictures

000Oftime’s I feel alone.

All I ask is you pray for this son of Uncle Sam

—A faithful American Soldier–I Am.

2011 by Douglas Raymond Rose

Member Academy of American Poets

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A SALUTE TO AMERICAN SOLDIERS

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This Memorial Day weekend spotlights the ‘Unconventional love” of our American solders for their country.Here’s My Salute to them:

AMERICAN SOLDIER I AM

I sleep in fox holes

With little to eat

I stand at my post

In cold, heat and sleet.

My Dad stood watch i the jungles of Nam

A faithful American Soldier—-I Am.

I’m here by my own choice

I’m here day and night–

My Gramps died at Pearl Harbor

On that now fateful night;

I’m taking my turn for one and all

Making sure that Old Glory never shall fall.

I’m away from my loved ones and family

My own kids and my home;

My wife mails me pictures

Often I’m afraid and alone—

All I ask is that you pray for this son of Uncle Sam

A dedicated and faithful American Soldier—I Am.

2013 by Douglas Raymond Rose

Member Academy of American Poets

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When Irish Eyes Are Smiling.

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I would love to visit greening Dublin, Ireland on St. Patty’s Day this year.

IRISH GREEN

come take a stroll with me today

Through lush green Irish heather;

We’ll follow fairies along the glen

——-Just you and I together.

Like little folk from storybook times

We’ll climb the greening emerald hills;

Scouting for more four leaf clovers

—-Enjoying our Springtime fill——-

Finding more thrills than any poet’s blarney

Letting our minds echo on each green scene;

Come wander along today with me

——Through fields of Irish Green!

2013 by Douglas Raymond Rose

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MOTHERS ARE OUR NATIONAL TREASURES

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I learned from my dear Mother that the Glass is always half-full at least.

Here’s a poem in her memory this Mother’s Day Week:

MOTHERS–OUR NATIONAL TREASURES

“I have eyes in the back of my head”

My dear Mother used to say;

A Mother knows and understands What a child does not even say.

A Mother’s arms are made for tenderness

Loving ears for compassionate care;

Her dancing eyes are eager to observe

What truly is happening there.

Her grand heart is ever open

All 241 hours of every day;

A Mother knows and understands

What her child does not have to say;

Her wise advice follows her offspring

All along life’s bustling way

Understanding Mothers are National treasures

May God Bless all our dear Mothers today.

2013 by Douglas Raymond Rose

Member Academy of American Poets

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TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS

GOD GIVES THE VERY BEST GIFTS AT CHRISTMAS

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On the lst Day of Christmas, Jesus gave to me

Not a partridge—but salvation full and free.

On the 2nd Day of Christmas Jesus gave to me

—-The Dove of the Holy Spirit cheerfully.

On the 3rd Day of Christmas Jesus gave to me

—Trinity peace in my heart to last eternally.

On the 4th Day of Christmas–not 4 birds calling

—But love for the lost from Heaven falling.

On the 5th Day of Christmas–He gave golden rings

—True Joy encircling my soul the Savior brings.

On the 6th Day of Christmas–not 6 geese a-laying

But power from above to keep me from a-straying.

On the 7th Day of Christmas–no 7 swimming swans

But living Fountain Spring water—for everyone.

On the 8th Day of Christmas no milking madis appeared

But God’s milk of kindness washed away all my fears.

On the 9th Day of Christmas the Savior gave to me

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