A soldier is boots.
There not spit shinny.
BLOOD-cause-reason-GOLD.
Yet we all grow old.
VALLEY FORGE-ORLEANS-ALAMO
GETTYSBURG-MARNE-BULGE-MY LAI-NOW..
CHER said, ' THE BEAT GOES ON '.
Sit back and memory 's list.
Dead soldier friends last WHISPER - MOM.
Some count the GOLD - others get new SOLES.
SO - THE BEAT GOES ON.
ORCHARD of WHITE STONES
**** WHAT WILL THEY GROW****
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JOE POEWHIT
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memo-day-2008/
