Sherrie Peterson Poems
|1.||The Sky Opened Wide In Bright Colors||11/16/2009|
|4.||Can'T Write A Poem||11/16/2009|
|5.||Skies On Fire||11/16/2009|
|9.||Phone Number Poem||11/20/2009|
|10.||Thoughts And Prayers||11/16/2009|
|12.||Garden Of Heros||11/16/2009|
|13.||The Wife's Side Of War||11/16/2009|
Garden Of Heros
I walk amongst a garden.
A garden of heroes’
Young and old.
My life is full of riches.
My Heroes are Gold.
My Great Grandfather fought in World War 2,
He had no injury
But still came home to us.
And Great Grandfather gave me Grandpa.
Uncle Rick fought in Viet Nam,
The loudest battle there ever was.
Dad was in Desert Storm, Iraq.
Korea called our family,
To sent a hero too.
They heard about the garden
Of heroes that we grew.
The rows are bearing labels.
Of heroes planted there
I water my garden heavily
With tears of hope and ...