John Mccain Poem by Randy McClave

His life was like a patriot's book
In the pot of morality, salts of heroes were shook,
He never cowered or cried or shook
A great hero, destiny did cook.

A warrior to the very end was he
His belief was all men must always be free,
From danger he never ignored, or did flee
A proud American, I will always see.

To all he will be remembered as the fighter
Also the politician, and the igniter,
He was a proud Senator and a writer
And to many he was the foe, the smiter.

He served his country through war and pain
But, not for glory, or for gain,
His death was caused by cancer of the brain
Goodbye, John McCain.

Randy L. McClave