Saint Patrick's Day & Amerrican Soldier = 2016 Poem by Tom Zart

Born in Britain late in the fourth century
Young Patrick's father was a deacon of the church.
Victim of raiders coming ashore at night
He was taken beyond his family's search.

One of the most famous saints of old Ireland
Who was kidnapped by slave traders at sixteen.
A shepherd boy living a life of misery
Among pagan captors who chose to be mean.

His religious beliefs through hardships deepen
And a truly devout young man he became.
Till one night while sleeping he heard his Lord's voice
Commanding him to return home without shame.

Fleeing, he made his way back to his people
And later he studied the priesthood in France.
Returning to Ireland as a bishop
He became a legend of song and dance.

He compared the shamrock to trinity
And drove Irelands snakes away without fear.
Today most people celebrate his sainthood
By way of parades, parties, cheer and beer!


AMERICAN SOLDIER

It's not a priest that gives us our freedom of religion
And it's not a reporter that gives us our freedom of voice.
It's not any judge, lawyer, politician, preacher or teacher
But the blood of a soldier that has sacrificed by choice.

Our soldiers line up to be remembered
As the best of the best at their job.
They wish to be needed and depended on
To save all we love from the mob.

They risk their life and limb for liberty
Standing firm against evil unwilling to break.
To be part of something greater than themselves
They are willing to forgo whatever it will take.


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Tom Zart
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