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)
Weapons are not of value,
Still they save our world.
For they protect the community,
But destroy the young girl.
Wars were always relied on
In the battle of the guns.
And now that we have bombs,
It’s the criminal’s fun.
10-30-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: A.D.D. challenged me to write this.
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.
David, how do I explain?
I don’t understand it myself.
I guess it’s just an open book,
I desperately need help.
You are so sweet.
You hold back so much.
Why don’t you argue?
Or even cuss?
Mending this friendship,
Would it survive?
How is it after death,
We are revived?
10-29-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: Davey D. (aka Homey)
One of our early arguments that I can’t even remember now. 😉
Me and God love you, Homey! ❤
As pure as the snow,
your virtue is a way to survive.
With all the complications,
how do you stay alive?
You’ve got the special things
everyone should long for,
but that brings you above all
and special all the more.
Keep your smile for pleasantries
and fight this world for peace.
Your virtue is something special,
but to others just a piece.
If you ever need to talk,
call me for the time,
and when you need more than that
put God within your mind.
7-10-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS. For Homey
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