Herbert Dry Poems

The old church building has stood here for almost
a hundred years
It's days of glory are over now no one
comes near
...

Walking in the jungle sweat on your forehead It's steamy and hot
Mosquitoes in your face leaches in the water snakes in the vines
Will we all from the jungle walk the answer we know not
With weapons in hand we look for the enemy there is no sign
...

Through the jungle and rice patties in a
distant land
Each walks with caution with weapons
in hand
...

I ride on the wings of
sorrow
For me there is no
tomorrow
...

I thank you Lord for your
amazing grace
My flesh and sin allow me not to
see your face
...

Eighteen years of age but in the eye's of his
mama still a little boy
It seems only yesterday he could be seen
playing with his toys
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