A Poet Beside Me - Poem by Ronald Strickland
Dedicated to the Men of the 7/17 RUTHLESSRIDERS
Soaring over the jungle just over the trees
just a man in the seat beside me.
A poet in motion shooting thought the trees
no worries he would ever show not even to me.
what was his thoughts?
this scout and a brother to me.
We were soldiers fighting the VC.
Friends have fallen but never to leave,
in memory they stay with me.
The war was fought and heroes we'll be.
Now Writers, Preacher, Teacher, Lawyers, Doctors
and poets you'll see, my friends and Brothers
who are lifetime Friends and Hero's to me.
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