Weathered By The Storm Poem by Matthew Bennion

We are all weather by the storm in some ways or another

Such as the American Soldier he suffers in the worst of ways seeing death before his very eyes but yet he lives in the best of ways

We all take them for granted but yet we live in a silent peace because of them

Old Glory flies day in and day out with pride but never weathered by the storms that come

The American Soldier stands with pride Never unweathered by his storms that come

He stands with his head held high and his pride flying above him

He marches on through all the storms that come in hopes that one day he will see the blue sky

And in the end he is weathered by the storms