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Mushroom at large
Thank God for them.....
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>>>> >>A Different Christmas Poem
>>>> >>
>>>> >>The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the
>>>> >>room and I cherished the sight.
>>>> >>My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me,
>>>> >>angelic in rest.
>>>> >>Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a
>>>> >>winter delight.
>>>> >>The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that
>>>> >>was Christmas Eve.
>>>> >>My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by
>>>> >>love I would sleep.
>>>> >>In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I
>>>> >>started to dream.
>>>> >>
>>>> >>The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes
>>>> >>when it tickled my ear.
>>>> >>Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of
>>>> >>footsteps outside in the snow.
>>>> >>My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door
>>>> >>just to see who was near.
>>>> >>Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure
>>>> >>stood, his face weary and tight.
>>>> >>
>>>> >>A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled
>>>> >>here in the cold.
>>>> >>Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me,
>>>> >>and my wife and my child.
>>>> >>"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's
>>>> >>freezing out here!
>>>> >>Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at
>>>> >>home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
>>>> >>
>>>> >>For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the
>>>> >>snow blown in drifts..
>>>> >>To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and
>>>> >>he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every
>>>> >>night."
>>>> >>"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you
>>>> >>from the darkest of times.
>>>> >>No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like
>>>> >>my fathers before me.
>>>> >>My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
>>>> >>Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
>>>> >>My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn
>>>> >>and so, here I am.
>>>> >>I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me
>>>> >>pictures, he's sure got her smile.
>>>> >>
>>>> >>Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and
>>>> >>blue... an American flag.
>>>> >>I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family,
>>>> >>my house and my home.
>>>> >>I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in
>>>> >>a foxhole with little to eat.
>>>> >>I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my
>>>> >>sister and brother..
>>>> >>Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time
>>>> >>that this flag will not fall."
>>>> >>
>>>> >>"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is
>>>> >>waiting and I'll be all right."
>>>> >>"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I
>>>> >>asked, "or prepare you a feast?
>>>> >>It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from
>>>> >>your wife and your son."
>>>> >>Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love
>>>> >>us, and never forget.
>>>> >>To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your
>>>> >>own watch, no matter how long.
>>>> >>For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember
>>>> >>we fought and we bled.
>>>> >>Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to
>>>> >>you as you mattered to us."
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>>>> >>A Different Christmas Poem
>>>> >>
>>>> >>The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the
>>>> >>room and I cherished the sight.
>>>> >>My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me,
>>>> >>angelic in rest.
>>>> >>Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a
>>>> >>winter delight.
>>>> >>The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that
>>>> >>was Christmas Eve.
>>>> >>My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by
>>>> >>love I would sleep.
>>>> >>In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I
>>>> >>started to dream.
>>>> >>
>>>> >>The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes
>>>> >>when it tickled my ear.
>>>> >>Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of
>>>> >>footsteps outside in the snow.
>>>> >>My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door
>>>> >>just to see who was near.
>>>> >>Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure
>>>> >>stood, his face weary and tight.
>>>> >>
>>>> >>A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled
>>>> >>here in the cold.
>>>> >>Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me,
>>>> >>and my wife and my child.
>>>> >>"What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's
>>>> >>freezing out here!
>>>> >>Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at
>>>> >>home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
>>>> >>
>>>> >>For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the
>>>> >>snow blown in drifts..
>>>> >>To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and
>>>> >>he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every
>>>> >>night."
>>>> >>"It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you
>>>> >>from the darkest of times.
>>>> >>No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like
>>>> >>my fathers before me.
>>>> >>My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
>>>> >>Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
>>>> >>My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn
>>>> >>and so, here I am.
>>>> >>I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me
>>>> >>pictures, he's sure got her smile.
>>>> >>
>>>> >>Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and
>>>> >>blue... an American flag.
>>>> >>I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family,
>>>> >>my house and my home.
>>>> >>I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in
>>>> >>a foxhole with little to eat.
>>>> >>I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my
>>>> >>sister and brother..
>>>> >>Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time
>>>> >>that this flag will not fall."
>>>> >>
>>>> >>"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is
>>>> >>waiting and I'll be all right."
>>>> >>"But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I
>>>> >>asked, "or prepare you a feast?
>>>> >>It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from
>>>> >>your wife and your son."
>>>> >>Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love
>>>> >>us, and never forget.
>>>> >>To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your
>>>> >>own watch, no matter how long.
>>>> >>For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember
>>>> >>we fought and we bled.
>>>> >>Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to
>>>> >>you as you mattered to us."
