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
