Dreams Of A Young Man Poem by Ronald Strickland

I dreamed i was a young man, and i was in a war
in a far away land. And every person there
i seen was as young as me.

I was taken on a low level flight
at a slow maneuvering speed, soon,
flashes of gun fire i could see.

As the metal in my hands begin to heat,
i realized death was about, and told
that I'm an aerial scout.

You would not believe the number of my
brothers that were there with me.
All young, preforming as well as any man.

Letters from our far away homes we would share,
Everyone's Families were for each to know and share.
From these dreams will i awake?

Sure glad all my brothers were there,
watching and taking care of me.
thank you all