Another Type Of War. Amother Yellow Ribbon - Poem by Cambridge Keenan
Another Type of War...A Different yellow ribbon
Many brave men go off to war
They fight for freedom and so much more,
Their nights, get cold, their days are long,
There are many terrible things going on
Feelings burning inside of them there
Fear, anger, and lonliness hide in their stare,
These men are determined and very strong,
They pay the price for Freedom song,
Families at home long for their touch,
Families at home they love so much
Families at home decorate the streets,
With symbols of yellow ribbons to honor their feats,
Yellow ribbons show support and care,
For the brave young men over there,
Yellow ribbons the colors of the sun,
Will continue to hang til the war is done
Families at home feeling lonliness there
The pain in their heart showing they care,
So there's a different yellow ribbon wrapped tight around my heart
It will be there patiently waiting for you each moment we're apart.
For now you must be a brave soldier as you go off to fight a way all your own
A war that only you can win by yourself alone.
My ribbon for you to show our support, our love, our care.
My ribbon knows the strength you have and knows you will succeed over there,
My ribbon feels the pain you feel, the loniliness and fear
My ribbon knows your laughter too and makes you smile seem near.
My ribbon glows of love for you respecting the tough choice you made
My ribbon knows your determined and strong and of the price you paid
My ribbon lets me close my eyes at night to sleep
My ribbon brings you close to me in the dreams I keep,
So when your nights seem cold and long
and when your feeling blue,
Just think about the ribbon I wear tucked inside my heart for you, My ribbon has a magic, s life all of its own
It stays tightly round my heart until the day your home.
............... to Jim...love mom...jan 30 /91
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