A Poet Beside Me

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.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
As younger Men we fought a war. Life gave us each a path that brought us to where we are today.
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 08 December 2012

Lifetime friends. good. thanks for the poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment.

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