Sergeant York was a Hero, we know it is true,
And Audie Murphy was admirable too.
But what of those who got no applause
For defending with Honor, their countryís
To me, all of those who went off to war,
Deserve special praise Forevermore . . .
I see them young, I see them old,
A soldierís story left untold.
Do we civilians yet understand
What happened in a foreign land?
I think I know--- though some do not,
Oh the trials & horrors of what you got!
I know for sure you did your best---
Should be laden with medals upon your chest,
And thatís the way that it would be
If it were all left up to me.
I see them old, I see them young,
A heroís story is left unsung . . .
Wherever would this wide world be
If not for your integrity?
Iím proud of you, behind no shroud
Even in the largest crowd---
Iíll give my homage upon bent knee,
All of you are a hero to me . . .
The dense may think that this is but lore,
But you are esteemed Forevermore.
Iíll tell you this, and then Iíll leave,
ďFor your endeavor & pain, I shall sorely
Imagine . . .
A lightening flash from east to west
Beginning the great and final test
Furious winds and mangled trees
Chaotic thunder and severed seas
Falling stars in the twilight hour
Perplexity reigns, the condition dour
Freezing gusts with hailstones spinning
Off with the old to a new beginning
The earth is trembling beneath our feet
Completing manís ironic mete
Sticks and stones from the deep dark well
Quandary sure as no tongue can tell
A shadow drifts oíre the clear blue lake
While souls are won by the wicked snake
Moon ushers the tide then veils her face
Epiphany whispers, ďSeek eminent graceĒ
The elements plead with the lofty lords
Freedom will come with The King Of Swords
Imagine . . . .
I was appalled and dismayed as times before,
A scoundrel dropped in to skim through my store!
I knew at once that his cards had been scored,
I said, "The items I keep are beyond your afford."
He looked at me with a curious blue eye,
But he was too shallow to comprehend why.
He turned and fled with his wild locks flowing
And I mused in disgust at his lack of knowing.
On the very same day, a lady came there,
With an aura of confidence and well kept hair.
She was wise to the games of bluffs and knocks,
And knew the rule, for I had no cash box.
I approved as she glanced around all sides,
At the various sports and the numerous rides.
I was well pleased, for she was no meddler,
I got the idea she too was a peddler.
We each realize why humanity grieves,
and both understood honor among thieves.
Carefully she paused through the rooms and the
Then took her leave with integrity & grace.
Although the market is open all of the time,
I keep an alcove secluded that is only mine.
I put out my sign, it said, "Closed for the day"
And went to the closet where I like to pray.
There are different notations under my awning,
Such as 'On Vacation', or 'A New Day Is Dawning'.
But the shoppers are endless & so is their prying,
Empty of Wisdom, but wealthy from lying.
One can get fixed in my quaint little place,
Lost forever or slapped in the face!
I must tell you promptly as I know I should
"The wares are expensive, your money's no good."
I do not barter, yet I will furnish flak . . .
If you dare pick it up, you can't put it back.
Be careful of details you desire and feel---
In this marketplace, all is priceless and real.
A hypocrite is welcome anytime at all
But goods are broken as they tumble & fall.
They don't understand some thing can't be bought,
Nor do they know that these things aren't taught.
Then there are patrons who haven't a clue,
And perceptive ones say, "I thought you knew."
There is no end to the elaborate stock,
Old dainty laces and statues of rock . . .
I have music & books, and I know the right names,
And I am a champion at playing mind games.
Don't even browse if you cannot buy,
In fact don't come in---the price is too high.
If you don't know the rules in this unusual store
I would advise not to rap on the door.
You may beg and cry, down upon bent knees,
But you can't enter here with ordinary keys.
If you declare firmly that you must come in
Please recognize both goodness and sin.
Be leery of merchandise you are bound to keep,
The cargo is heavy, the circumstance deep.
If this seems a bit remarkable to you,
Here is exactly what you need to do . . .
Look around at where you are,
Over your shoulder is The Evening Star.
With all of your science and puffed up pride,
You are standing on the pavement and still outside.
The sign now reads, "Please come here no more,
Don't judge me 'till you've shopped in my store."