As I rested on God's good ground
I heard mother nature's gift
It was a beautiful sound.
How the wind blows in the trees
Such a soothing a sound
It was like a voice to me.
Oaks a hundred years old
Telling stories of lives
From so long ago.
These words, anyone can hear
You just have to be willing,
Listen with your heart and all will be clear.
The blue sky
Has many tales untold
And the blank clouds
Hold myths of old.
They speak of a time
The world was at peace
And no hunger or anger
Was spoken of nor did we teach.
War and the prospects of it weighed heavily on Nichole's mind, especially during boot camp. Irregardless of possible circumstances she had made a commitment and honored it with all she had.
Several Air Force representatives attended Nichole's funeral. They were from Wright Patterson Air Force Base, where she was assigned. I was not expecting them to attend her services. They were so dignified and had such nice things to say about Nichole. When they removed the American flag from her coffin, they performed the ceremonial folding of the flag. As they handed me her flag, taps was played by an Air Force bugler. The Air Force members stood at attention and saluted Nichole's coffin as taps resonated through the church. It was beautiful, dignified and haunting all at the same time. I had no idea any of this was going to happen and I almost fainted when taps started.
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Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)
PoetryA young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...
