In Steel Horses...We Ride Poem by Philip Lore

In the desert we roam,
Steel horses we ride,
Gunners scanning,
There's no where to hide.

I am the Infantry, 'Follow Me, '
American bred, in 'The Land of the Free.'

We came here young,
Leave worn and old,
Troubled mind, restless soul.
Vacant stares,
Sunburned brown,
Finally...one day, put our weapons down.

Greet our families,
Hug them tight,
Finally rest, from this year long fight.

No more hunger, no more death,
Clean, fresh air,
Take a long deep breath.

Silken sheets lay upon my bed,
Never again will I count the dead.
Every morning when I rise,
No more rockets will fill the skies.

So, when I lay down and finally sleep,
I'll keep my secrets,
Hide them deep.