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The Call.
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drive-by
2020-05-24 16:02:48 UTC
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The Call

Walk past the ghost like warriors,
you don't know them, do you?
Never heard their name
but they know you,
you're the fellow family
they ate mud for,
spitting teeth into empty canteens
and you stare
at the broken souls;
the rattle of change cups
upsets your focus
on the spring bird call
and you shield the kid's eyes;
no cartoon is this,
no happy meal delight,
this is the 10 o'clock news,
in your face,
with no remote to switch
and see
how the weather looks for tomorrow,
how those plans hold up
for your freedom ride
to country shacks,
away from it all.

They'll be here when you return,
guarding the home front,
keeping you safe for another journey,
another seashell search,
another big mac attack
only next time
salute
as you walk by,
they'll smile back;
we are family after all.
NancyGene
2020-05-24 17:10:01 UTC
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The Call
Walk past the ghost like warriors,
you don't know them, do you?
Never heard their name
but they know you,
you're the fellow family
they ate mud for,
spitting teeth into empty canteens
and you stare
at the broken souls;
the rattle of change cups
upsets your focus
on the spring bird call
and you shield the kid's eyes;
no cartoon is this,
no happy meal delight,
this is the 10 o'clock news,
in your face,
with no remote to switch
and see
how the weather looks for tomorrow,
how those plans hold up
for your freedom ride
to country shacks,
away from it all.
They'll be here when you return,
guarding the home front,
keeping you safe for another journey,
another seashell search,
another big mac attack
only next time
salute
as you walk by,
they'll smile back;
we are family after all.
We thank you and all of the other veterans on the list for their service. Your poem reminds us how much we owe to the bravery of our service men and women.
k***@gmail.com
2020-05-24 17:38:07 UTC
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Post by drive-by
The Call
Walk past the ghost like warriors,
you don't know them, do you?
Never heard their name
but they know you,
you're the fellow family
they ate mud for,
spitting teeth into empty canteens
and you stare
at the broken souls;
the rattle of change cups
upsets your focus
on the spring bird call
and you shield the kid's eyes;
no cartoon is this,
no happy meal delight,
this is the 10 o'clock news,
in your face,
with no remote to switch
and see
how the weather looks for tomorrow,
how those plans hold up
for your freedom ride
to country shacks,
away from it all.
They'll be here when you return,
guarding the home front,
keeping you safe for another journey,
another seashell search,
another big mac attack
only next time
salute
as you walk by,
they'll smile back;
we are family after all.
I like this, but "ghost-like".

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