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I wrote this poem when I was in college.
My father was in WWII and I’ve seen how he is affected by his experienced.
This is for him and all veterans, with gratitude and respect.
The Veteran
His hands, that held his baby
and touched his wife
His hands, that gripped the steel
that took men’s life.
His face, that beamed with youth
and reflected pride
His face, scarred from pain
and tears long cried.
His eyes, that looked to the world
and danced with laughter
His eyes, distant with memories
that remained long after.
His heart, once full of love
for country and God
His heart, heavy with sorrow
from destruction abroad.
His spirit, once so vulnerable
as innocence can be
His spirit, shattered by a war
so we can be free.
KATHERINE BARKER
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