ES - Poem
draeco
draeco at swbell.net
Mon Dec 20 10:56:17 PST 1999
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
Twas the night before Christmas,
He lived all alone,
In a one bedroom house made
of plaster and stone.
I had come down the Chimney,
with presents to give,
and to see just who in this
home did live.
I looked all about,
A strange sight I did see,
No Tinsel, No Presents,
Not even a tree.
No stocking by the Mantle,
Just Boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures
of Far Distant Lands.
With Medals and Badges,
Awards of all kinds,
A sober thought came
through my mind.
For this house was different,
It was dark and dreary,
I found the home of a Soldier,
Once I could see clearly.
The Soldier lay sleeping,
Silent, Alone
Curled up on the floor
In this one bedroom home.
The face was so Gentle,
The room in such Disorder,
Not how I pictured
A United States Soldier.
Was this the Hero
Of Whom I'd just read?
Curled up on a poncho,
The floor for a Bed?
I realized the Families
That I saw this night,
Owed Their Lives to these
Soldiers who were willing to
Fight.
Soon round the world,
The Children would play,
And Grownups would Celebrate
A Bright Christmas Day.
They all enjoyed Freedom
Each month of the Year,
Because of the Soldiers,
Like the one lying here.
I couldn't help wonder
How many lay alone,
On a cold Christmas Eve
In a land far from Home.
The very thought
brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees
and started to cry.
The soldier awakened
and I heard a rough voice,
"Santa Don't Cry,
This Life is my Choice;
I Fight For Freedom,
I Don't ask for More,
My Life Is My God,
My Country,
My Corps."
The Soldier rolled over
and drifted to sleep,
I couldn't control it,
I continued to weep.
I kept watch for hours,
so silent and still,
and we both shivered
from the cold night's chill.
I didn't want to leave
on that cold, dark, night,
This Guardian of Honor
so willing to fight.
Then the Soldier rolled over,
with a voice soft and pure,
Whispered, "Carry On Santa,
It's Christmas Day, all is secure."
One look at my watch,
and I knew he was right.
"Merry Christmas my Friend
And to all a good night."
This one is more touching for veterans and their families.
This poem was written by a Marine stationed in Okinawa Japan. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable.
"Please. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our hero's, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. Please, do your small part to plant this small seed."
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