American Pulse - Poem by Nikki Weiny
Boots tremble the ground, their flying the sky again.
what is the outer core of America?
who are these women and men?
They don't seem to be celebrities
or players trying to beat a score.
They're more like our caretakers
because its our life they're fighting for.
Honoring their branch proudly,
knowing the risks that roam
we give our prayers to them daily
that they will soon return to us home.
Some take it for granted and some take it with pride
but deep down they know what they're doing,
they can feel it inside.
While some of your children are serving
and for some you can still hold yours,
We praise and thank God for blessing us with soldiers.
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