Iraq Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Iraq
Sitting outside on our front patio, feeling warm
sun rays caress my body, hearing birds joyfully
chirping and singing.
All the while thinking of our nephew and others,
enmeshed in the fighting and bombing of the Iraqi war.
They're overseas, preserving our freedom - allowing
me to sit out in the open and write this poem.
(12: 17 p.m. - 3/23/03)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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