Poetry By Chuck
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   and the rest of me is white and red I wear an eagle on my crown While standing tall above the ground. I can smell the gun smoke in the air Sometimes, I think its just not fair That so many have such a heavy price to bare and so many just don't care The night brings only vague rustling sounds Each causes me concern and a frown I've been in so many bloody wars Revolutionary, Civil, and many more I cry each time my sons and daughters die Tears stain as I bid them goodbye The wind flatters me when it blows I know they're watching and I'm proud they know How much I love them, despite their jeers How much I cherish them, all their years I watch as they fight and persevere Against odds that cause others to disappear and honor me, by saluting me My heart breaks as they fall Their souls rise above us all You've died, but please don't be distraught For your country is the greatest of them all Your flag is flying because of your fall A contest entry
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