Ronald Strickland

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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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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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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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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In the meadow,
I stopped and looked about,
seeing all the beauty that surrounded me
and the warmth and the beauty of the Heavens.
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I sat in the morning sun,
waiting for it to chase the chill of the night away.
As I listened in silence,
I realized I wasn't waiting alone.
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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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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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Friends would arrive and raise their hoods.
A turn of a wrench.
Tap tap with the tool.
Adjustment of the carb.
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When I'm lost in thoughts,
and I'm within myself,
will you feel alone?
To wonder if my love for you is solid.
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In search of treasure that
can not be seen
but can be shown.
One that authors have tried to path
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Dedicated to the Men of the 7/17 RUTHLESSRIDERS
Soaring over the jungle just over the trees,
just a man in the seat beside me.
A poet in motion shooting through the trees,
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A box of memories of past loves.
Photographs, letters, and poems.
Like a collection of stamps,
coins or teddy bears.
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If I could write a poem a day,
it would be about a life I made.
If I could live life by the poems that I write,
it would be a life that's right.
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Whenever I daydream,
and daydream I do,
in my secret place,
I daydream of you.
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Little things they say and do,
with the I love you's and smiles,
the giggles and coos.
Wet kisses on the cheeks,
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