Poems of Whitney Albright
|81.||'The Coldest Hour'||9/21/2008|
|83.||'The Depot by the Tracks'||5/21/2009|
|84.||'The Eastern Strand'||9/23/2008|
|86.||'The Sense of Smell'||12/26/2008|
|87.||'The Strength Within'||9/27/2008|
|88.||The Willow's Aren't Weaping||11/13/2009|
|89.||Through The Belt of Orion||7/17/2009|
|90.||To Be A Tear||10/19/2009|
|91.||'Two Strangers Pass'||9/25/2008|
|93.||'Underneath The Sun'||10/5/2008|
|94.||'Up Here On This Saddle'||12/18/2008|
|96.||'Wait On A Friend'||10/4/2008|
|97.||'Wanderers In This Timeless Ocean'||11/20/2008|
|99.||'What A Bird Taught Me'||11/24/2008|
|100.||What is the Grass?||12/16/2008|
It was so sad the day you had to pack.
You took your most treasured things and headed to Iraq.
It was so hard to tell you goodbye then.
I wondered if I would ever see you again.
I still look forward to any letter in the mail.
I can’t wait to here from you while you serve your time in hell.
My sweet soldier, I’ll keep you in my heart,
Even though we are a million miles apart.
While you’re in the hot sun,