On being old
by Henry Burt Stevens
Monday, March 14, 2005
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On right, SFC Kevin Brown, Camp Shelby MS. 18 month tour heading for Iraq. Wife and two children wait in Morrisville, VT. Kevin is my 2nd cousin. |
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On being old
by Henry Burt Stevens
03/13/2005
www.authorsden.com
War,war
most my 72
years always
the backdrop
of killing, killing
we were to hate
first these, then
those, old enemies
now friends hating
new enemies
I only wish to
weed my garden
care for my wife
watch my children
grow, mature
beyond that to
calm my mind
connect with
the whatever
but a new
campaign is
being thrust up on
me, get out my
old ribbons
adjust my thinking
back to justified
killing, piss on the
civilian casualities
patriots are needed
now, not peace
advocates, squishy
as frosted rotten
summer squash
in a dead garden
waiting to be
tilled under
riding out the cold
period till green
shoots and palms
hosanna arise
and the heel
of our boot chokes
surrender from
the current enemy
sure, I'll cheer
softly wave my
flag weakly screw
peace, it's for losers.
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| Reviewed by Kate Clifford |
3/14/2005 |
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| True peace is the answer that few truly want. If it was wanted it would be. I enjoyed the turns and twists of this poem. |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
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Oddly enough I understand both sides, Henry!This is a poignant poem well done, and it stirs many emotions. I hope and pray for peace, while knowing terrorism will continue, since Jihad is sworn against all foreigners by the radical muslims following Osama bin Laden!Only God has the answers.
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
3/14/2005 |
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| excellent |
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| Reviewed by m j hollingshead |
3/14/2005 |
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| enjoyed the read |
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| Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) |
3/14/2005 |
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| Interesting write here in this poem. One picture stood out recently in our paper that a soldier took in Iraq against the ruins and blackened sky there was a sunflower. The soldier saw it and sent it back to his mother. Well peace will never come in our lifetime I am afraid but we can still desire it as much as we do air and we must be peaceful in ourselves before we demand it of others. |
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| Reviewed by Rosemarie Skaine |
3/14/2005 |
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| Thoughtful write. R |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
3/14/2005 |
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| A truly deep and meaningful write, Henry. |
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| Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson |
3/14/2005 |
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| Its a very deep and inciteful poem..Mary Pat |
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| Reviewed by D May (Reader) |
3/14/2005 |
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| This write is deeply affecting. Very powerful. So heartfelt. I bow my head humbly. |
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