He's like the lightning in the sky each time I feel it near. The beauty of its pretty color sinks beneath my fear.
Soldiers lay buried,
Killed by the gun.
They fulfilled their duty.
Their duties are done.
Off to sea they went,
To protect this land of ours.
They served their country.
God gave them the power.
These are the men and women
Who fought for your rights.
They made America.
It was their fight.
10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. challenged me to write about this.
Me and God love you, Homey!
Thank you if you have ever served! Me and God love you too!
Would you prefer the essay of the veins,
Or the writing of great courage?
Do you want to hear how easily one comes to bleed,
Or how some find strength to live again?
What do you want me to say about the inner body parts
That hold our pain,
Or are you wanting me to tell you the story of a reigning hero?
Which is sweeter, the words of a murder mystery,
Or the novel of having faith through it all?
10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. (Homey)
A miraculous caring man.
One who will hold you and always understand.
For whatever you may do,
He will always be there for you.
Death may be the truth,
But it’s the only beginning of your new youth.
Find the Lord today,
And He will be with you all the way.
10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. challenged me to write this.
Walk along the street side
and say hell to your fellow man.
Treat him as your brother
And make sure to shake his hand.
Be glad it’s not the government
Of another country.
For it would be against their law,
While here we are free.
10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. challenged me to write this.
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