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Thank You To Our Soldiers And A Tribute To Old Glory And A Prayer For Peace
Thank you Dedicated to soldiers and their loved ones For those who have laid in fox holes,carried guns,marched for hours. For those who have had cold sleepless nights,endless days of discomfort. For those who have endured the agony of war for my sake. Thank you. For those who have gently kissed a loved one goodbye, and with a tear looked back for a last time, For those who have found courageto carry the sword of liberty. For those who have flown with the eagle. For those who have landed on foreign soil. Taking freedom to other countries while keeping freedom in ours, Thank you. For those who have lost limbs,lives and loved ones. For those who have lost friends,sisters ,brothers,mothers and fathers, For those who have sacrificed and gave their all for freedom's sake. Thank you. For those who have found the courage to stand, For those who have reached out a hand for their fallen comrade. For those who give freedom to strangers ,and a hope for peace. For those who sacrifice all they love, and pay the price for freedom. Thank you." Old Glory Do you know where this flag has been? Prayer for peace Foreign winds blow across the sea, The earth begs for wars to cease, In the distant they play the war drum, Rain falls and the earth bleeds Foreign winds blow across the sea, Bio Of Judy Arline Puckett I am currently residing in Monroe, La. I begin writing at the age of 11,and I'm 54 now. I am the mother of three, grandmother of five. I love creative writing, poetry, digital art, art, Photography, and Jazz and blues music. I write poetry and lyrics on every topic. War peace, love heartache, religion, Abortion which I oppose. I hope to write meaningful and worthwhile words that will touch hearts and make a difference in life. A poet is the voice for those who are without words. Judy Arline Puckett
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