A Soldier's Story
By: Tabitha Lynn Cowan
Late last night I had a dream,
I dreamt a soldier came to me.
He was dressed in blue and gray,
Olive green and tan and beige,
Truly a soldier from every age.
Defending a nation's freedom and it's power.
Prepared to die at any hour.
He looked and me and said, "Dry you eye,
It was my duty to fight and die.
Do not however let my death be in vain,
Or make my burden more of a strain.
This nation was founded on freedom and love,
Founded on the belief in the One above.
Founded on freedom of choice,
And that everyone has an equal voice.
Keep these beliefs and my death was for a reason.
To keep you children safe and happy throughout every season.
I did my part,
With a full and happy heart.
Now you must do yours as well.
This is my story for you to tell.
Tell one and all to be proud of their soldiers,
So in their own daily lives they will be boulder.
To speak their minds,
And search their hearts.
For in their hearts the answers lie.
The answers to where not another soldier need ever die.
Love one another with hearts outpoured,
And there will never be again the need for war.
Open minds that people are not the same,
That is when you life will really start to change.
See through another's eyes what life must be like,
Be it a soldier, a mother, or a small little tike."
He looked at me with a solemn smile.
I so wanted him to stay and talk for a while.
Just as I turned to say,
He clicked his heels and walked away.
His words rang as true as the Liberty Bell,
Now the story is mine to tell.
