Ronald Strickland Poems

Over the jungles filled with war
another mission once more.
Only days away
until my tour is done.
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A place to go, a place to be,
I have a date at a place to be,
a place to go and people to see.
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This morning and so many mornings before
I wash my face to begin my day.
As I look into the mirror, I see the wrinkles
and hair that has turned gray.
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I have laughed,
I have cried,
I have friends that I had to tell goodbye.
I have retained the kindness we shared,
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A smile is like sunshine that brightens my day,
a smile that chases away a dreary day.
A smile that shines through the darkness of a day,
as if the night had come too soon.
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Autumn leaves fall with grace so as not to
disturb the floor of the earth as it
gives cover to say farewell to the season.
Wildlife feeds on the fruits and nuts of the season's bounty.
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In my mind,
I go places that many are not aware of,
nor do they know the pain that haunts my soul.
A place where some have never returned,
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Feelings that give thoughts that seem
to drift into a place where my
eyes close to hold back the tears.
To walk away,
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As I sit beneath the tall oak tree,
I watch as the breeze ruffles the leaves.
I listen to the birds as they call to each other.
In the distance, the barking of a squirrel,
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Today I spoke of my love for you.
But you must have been away.
I talked of the stars
and how they seem to be so secure
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