Poetry

Heart's Honor

 Heart's Honor


They promise themselves
Upon sacred vows to country
Bound by spirit to the Corps
Giving all they have
Suddenly we walk in
Spinning them around and upside down
We become their sanity
The air they breathe
Reason to dream
And they to us become the same
We pack their bags
Stand by the waiting bus
Kiss them as though the last
Watching as they disappear
Knowing only that we are strong
Not for propriety but for them

Falling Angel (c)0200
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