I Walk Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

I Walk



I Walk.
I walk through the valley of death.
Not knowing which way it will be.
I carry only my rifle to protect me.
Knowing death my come from him.
I live to server those that i protect.
Like so many have before me.
I love my job and my country.
I'm an American soldier.
So I walk through the valley of death only for you

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: walking
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