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These American Veterans
Lined up; waiting on the Grinder, marching along, in lines and rows
Hot heated metaled beings; there is dust everywhere
Red, whites, blacks, and tans some belonged to blue bloods
and
To purple hearted people, even Green Barrettes
Too Rangers and Sailors belonged they
They now sit in halls; as if in museums and clubs
They rest in yards, with the other old heaps
Their parts lopped off and missing; some with no shoes
Most are from the Good Old U S of A but, still others from over seas
and
From distant lands, they were all improved upon during past wars
Made faster, stronger, more efficient, and even smarter
They then are used up, torn apart, and parted out
Some are found still in our streets, they find themselves parked
Behind bars, in back yards, waiting to be towed away to the scrapping yards
Some are abandon, by whomever; their owners secretes they keep
Some have won medals and ribbons
They delivered the news, the mail, saved lives and put out fires
Delivered our children safely to school
and
Rode around protecting us from threats
Be they autos or Commandos
There they are, our American Veterans
There everywhere
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
Critiques
Quillsvein1
18 years 4 months ago
i share
Sinbadthesailorman
18 years 4 months ago
Thank you so