My Veterans ©2014

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My Veterans

Brave men fight for us,

through the hills and with no fuss.

They look fear right in the eye,

but not without telling their family goodbye.

Their fight is a cry,

never afraid enough to die.

Faith is jumping from him to you,

we're always together; stuck like glue.

I mow over their row,

almost like a crow.

Every veteran should always see,

how much they really mean to me.

-Makayla Madsen

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