Sent to battle far from home.
On their gaurd they mimic a gnome.
Living in the danger zone.
Dutie can make you hard as stone.
In the air or hand to hand.
Either way they gaurd our land.
Right or wrong they do their best.
To keep us safe so we can rest.
And a thank you from me too - short but sweet, a very good write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice! ! love your poetry! !