Musings by The Poet Loriet
Go Fly a Kite!
My dear Adam,
my thoughts turn to you
and it eases my mind
to think of you,
mid-Iraqi desert
amongst isolation
and war-torn terror.
You tell me how
soldiers lose their lives
every single day,
how you long for Illinois
and the comforts of home,
things you took for granted.
So, it's no surprise that
the simple pleasures
bring a smile to all
who know you there.
I bet it's quite a sight
to see you bronzed, bald, buff-
standing in the desert
as the other soldiers
watch in envy,
kite in your hand,
soaring brightly
as a sign of hope
and freedom,
a colorful signal
that makes you forget
the godforsaken
sandstorm that
gives it wings.
You keep on flying,
standing strong,
being others hope
and their prayer.
You always have been.
Let your light shine
like the sweet boy
who never left you.
You're still him.
Flying high in
the empty desert.
Always keep your spirit
alive.
Lori Beal
my thoughts turn to you
and it eases my mind
to think of you,
mid-Iraqi desert
amongst isolation
and war-torn terror.
You tell me how
soldiers lose their lives
every single day,
how you long for Illinois
and the comforts of home,
things you took for granted.
So, it's no surprise that
the simple pleasures
bring a smile to all
who know you there.
I bet it's quite a sight
to see you bronzed, bald, buff-
standing in the desert
as the other soldiers
watch in envy,
kite in your hand,
soaring brightly
as a sign of hope
and freedom,
a colorful signal
that makes you forget
the godforsaken
sandstorm that
gives it wings.
You keep on flying,
standing strong,
being others hope
and their prayer.
You always have been.
Let your light shine
like the sweet boy
who never left you.
You're still him.
Flying high in
the empty desert.
Always keep your spirit
alive.
Lori Beal
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