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As requested by several, two of my poems...
The Black Phoenix
myst@agora.rdrop.com
Wed Mar 17 17:42:59 1999
Deb/Trailstalker has requested that I repost this poem for all to read as we near to Memorial Day.  The second poem was only finished in January 99.  *p*"We also serve..."*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*We are the wives and husbands of those who served.*br*We carefully packed their bags, tucking pictures between t-shirts.*br*And stood tall and proud as they marched away.*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*We are the children of those who served.*br*We watched our parents march away and shed not a tear for them to see.*br*We knew our duty too, standing on the hot tarmac.*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*We are every one who has gone before.*br*We are the soldiers who marched off to war,*br*Standing tall and proud, we shed not a tear.*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*We are the ones who now march to war.*br*Children, grandchildren, husbands, wives, brothers and sisters,*br*With honor, pride, dignity and love, so we go.*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*Tho some shall ne'er come home again,*br*Yet always do we live in your hearts*br*And in the laughter of children on a sunny day.*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*We are the parents of those who served.*br*We bore them, raised them, then gave them to you.*br*With honor, love and pride in our country.*br*We gave them willingly, though we knew not all would return.*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*We are the brothers and sisters of those who served.*br*Though often we did quarrel, still we loved each other.*br*Though many disagreed, still we let them go.*br*Even though we knew we might never see them again.*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*We are the wives and husbands of those who came back.*br*We are the quiet voice that soothes them in the throes of nightmares.*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*We are their children.*br*See us now in the solitary image of a child*br*Standing at attention, silently saluting his fathers grave,*br*One Last Goodbye we say.*p*Hear our voices,*br*See our faces,*br*For as someone once said*br*'We also serve, who only stand and wait'.*p*Julia A. Woznack, copyright 1997*p*__________________________________*p**br*"Many have said there's glory in War..."*p*In the darkness of the night,*br*I hear the wing'ed Angel taking flight.*br*'Ware' the Angel cries,*br*'ware' the wind sighs.*p*And with the rising of the morning sun,*br*I see the battle has begun.*br*Too soon the soldiers lay,*br*Scattered about like new mown hay.*p*Each clay cold corpse we barrow deep,*br*Forevermore 'neath the earth to sleep.*br*Amid the weeping and wailing of kith and kin,*br*Truly tis War that is a mortal sin.*p*But War is a greedy whore,*br*And those who say there's glory in war,*br*Do blind themselves to her cost,*br*As more and more are forever lost.*p*Julia A. Woznack,  copyright 1999