Ronald Strickland Poems

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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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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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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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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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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