Those Brave Men And Women

When I think of the soldiers in faraway places
And wonder at shadows I see in their faces
Wondering, too, if they’ll make it back home
I find too much sadness for fine crafted poem.

As I think of the family left waiting behind

Facing each night full of fear, feeling blind
I can’t help but pray for the end of all war
And feel that such promise is worth hoping for.

I pray for the end of all dark degradation

That causes the fighting nation to nation
And sorrow and suffering of innocent dreams
Nightmares that end in insufferable screams.

Above all the prayers are the thanks I express

For those who will sacrifice life. I confess
They have the courage that I most admire;
Those brave men and women who stand under fire.

© 2012 Pam H. Murray