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Our Soldier’s Cause

One evening, when I was a teenager living in Arabia, I mentioned to my father that I really missed America. After inquiring after what it was that I most missed, he posed an interesting hypothetical: “If, somehow, all of the people, laws, traditions, and values of America were to be transported to Asia and all of the people, laws, traditions, and values of China were to be transported to North America; where would you want to “go home” to; Asia or North America?” This made me think about what it is that makes the USA so beloved and treasured. With this in mind, I created the following poem:

I watched a documentary filmed in ancient black and white
About the world at war in Europe and our men who went to fight.
And I saw in vivid color, as I learned how many died,
The faces of each mother who for soldier son had cried.

And I felt, with them, a tragic loss for men I’d never met
Who had given up their very lives for something greater yet.
And I wondered what that “something” was,
As the show went off the air;
The T.V. station said good-night as that song began to blare;

“America the Beautiful” began to raise it’s strains
Of purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain.
And I concurred with every word, from sea to shining sea;
How truly grand my native land has always looked to me.

But then I thought, “It’s surely not of near sufficient worth
To trade the blood of heroes loved for a scenic piece of earth.”
No, I’d have to say I’d wager, if the dead could tell their tales,
And reveal to us their vision, yes, that dream that never fails;

If they showed us what they died for, what made them take their stand,
We’d find that their “America” was more than just the land.
This nation is A PEOPLE who may live a life of choice;
A band of individuals who can stand and raise a voice;

Who somehow stand united under God-inspired laws
Which guard our precious freedom and give our soldiers cause
To bravely face the bayonets and fight on, though they bleed,
That future children all may choose the lives they’d like to lead.

Ah, it’s interesting to ponder… and wonder what you’d find…
If you could know the guiding thought within the martyr’s mind.
I’m sure he missed the lakes and hills of this most gorgeous land;
But, more than this, for FREEDOM’S cause he made his final stand.

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Wes Stephenson

Author, motorcyclist, poet, and adventurer. Let's journey together.



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