Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 08-November 23:14:57 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Liberty Weeps for the Warriors

Contributed by Rous on Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 06:50:39 AM in AEST
Topic: Patriotic





One fine June day, I watched my son
A fine and fetching lad was he.
He marched off to the battlefield
To fight a war for liberty.
His uniform, it made him proud
It replaced his farmer’s duds.
So crisp and clean and crinkling,
Soon to be replaced with mud.

He followed in his father’s steps
And trailed his brothers’ choices
I still can hear the echoes from
Their brave and joyous voices
The battle raged for days on end
The carrion birds flew high above.
The loss of life was staggering
And, I lost my sons, my love.

It was not easy losing them
I did not send them lightly;
There was a job they felt to do
And, I prayed for their lives nightly.
When news was brought to me that day
Concerning all the ones who’d died,
I felt the sorrow in my bones;
I sat for days and cried.

The cannon now were silenced things
The guns were used to hunt.
The battle after many years
Had been won on the front.
I’ve pondered many times since then
The willingness to give a life.
To ensure that I may live
And, provide safe haven for a child, a wife.

I am proud of my sons this day
They prove so many ways:
That freedom is ultimate prize
But, someone always pays.
So, remember now my other children
Who bask in the freedoms you’ve “acquired”
There are certain requirements
To keep what you’ve desired

Freedom is not without cost,
Or, injustice would not be.
Someone must step up and fight
For the weak, that’s you and me.
And now, my children, rest assured
When the call comes in two hundred years
That there will be the willingness
To fight, to halt, the tears.

For tyranny is why I sent you
To die on battlefield.
The unwillingness to live beneath
Another’s thumb with no yield
For gentle despots may be kind
And easy in their ways;
Yet, freedom cries out to the bonded
And, cuts through the enslaved haze.

Now, remember those who died for you
To give you choice to make,
Whether or not to burn the flag
In freedom that is fake.
You whine and cry about your duty
Yet spend the money free.
We still could be under English rule
And, drinking cream in tea.

I cry now not for those before
Who, in search of freedom, die.
But for the children now called upon
Upon whom their descendants rely.
For starting with our freedom’s war
I watch my children grow,
And, help the ones less fortunate
Freedom’s gift to know.

So now, from cannon and flintlock musket
To tank and sub and plane,
I tearfully send off the ones
Who fight, but not in vain.
For I will welcome them back home
And, tell them “Job well done!”
While those afraid to fight for right
Will fling at them jabs of scorn.

The warrior’s reward is not in those
Who ridicule their gift.
Rather in knowing, they have done
All possible to heal a rift.
And, those who do not make it home
We’ll not forget the loss.
For God will welcome home the ones
Who gave all for the cause.

I cry my tears and say goodbye,
To those now off to war.
I know not all will be returning
It’s not changed since days of yore.
I cry my tears and welcome home,
Those brave enough to go
My tears are those of the liberated
The ones who really know.

So, I will weep and shed them freely,
The tears of joy and pride.
For my children stepping proudly
To aid those who must hide.
So think not ill of those who fight
And, hang purple hearts upon a shelf.
They earned the right of appreciation,
For you would not go yourself.



~*~




Copyright © Rous ... [ 2005-02-02 06:50:39]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Liberty Weeps for the Warriors (User Rating: 1 )
by TheSpiritx on Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 09:11:13 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Very well written. Rhyming poetry that delivers a message is always a worth reading, and this is no exception.

I'm currently serving in Iraq and I appreciate your support and mindset. I understand where you are coming from and I wished to just express my thanks for writing this yourself.

I wanted to say that, out here, each unit is a family, too, and, when we lose one soldier, it hurts just as much as having lost a brother or a sister, but we can always rest assured that they didn't die in vain, but for their country and the ideals of freedom that it was founded on.

Thanks.


Re: Liberty Weeps for the Warriors (User Rating: 1 )
by autumngreeneyes on Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 12:10:50 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
This is beautiful, the rhyme is wonderful..but for me, personally, the length took away from the meaning. I was tired of reading before I finished. ..and I've lost loved ones in two wars now..so I was really trying..blood and mud, the drink of liberty.. Just a suggestion. I don't see how Longfellow ever got away with Hiawatha..


Re: Liberty Weeps for the Warriors (User Rating: 1 )
by Rous on Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 03:47:19 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Thank you for your honesty, but I needed the length to say what I wanted. FYI, do not read my other war epic. It was six pages long. Thank you for reading. I do appreciate it.


Re: Liberty Weeps for the Warriors (User Rating: 1 )
by potlicker on Thursday, 3rd February 2005 @ 05:16:30 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
I enjoyed this and related deeply with it. No stay at home's, will ever know the true love and saccrifice that the few have given for others, for the true hero are those who not gladly, but willingly, sacrifice all they are and have for their sence of Honor, Duty, Country. a strange trio of words to many who share this sight, as the poet said never before have so many owed so much to so few, thank god for those who still stand when the hour is dark!


Re: Liberty Weeps for the Warriors (User Rating: 1 )
by Rous on Thursday, 3rd February 2005 @ 07:00:24 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Thank you. This was written for a contest and the poster did not want to hear about Bush or Republicans. He wanted people to write about how bad the war is and why we were tricked into going over by the administration. I do not agree with his opinions, so when he asked for a poem on why Liberty weeps, I gave him the Revolutionary War. I do not think he appreciated it. War is war, and those who want to can drum up any reason they choose as to why we should not be there and how we were "tricked" by the government. I am sure there were Tories that thought we were making a mistake.




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com