Pamela E. Shannon Poems

As I sat on the steps of the night we met
I smelt nights aroma of mist as heavenly and warm
Drops of rain shine of stars of night
We were both past our hour of time
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I remember the day I stood before an officer
I raised my hand in faith
To honor at all times
To give myself to my country
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I was so proud to meet.
As we walked as we laughed or cried
Threw pain at times the loss of others
The joining of hands in prayer
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