Discussion in 'The Watercooler' started by DS3, Oct 22, 2011.

  1. DS3

    DS3 New Member

    So I was reading through this poem that I read through often, and thought that I would share. It had been a while since I read it last, and it sticks close to me. This is my favorite poem, and has helped to inspire me at moments that I needed it most.

    The Soldier’s Wife

    When she was a girl, her dreams were bold, as bold as her fine, free gaze;
    And every gift of grace and mind was hers in her younger days.
    When she was a girl, a golden girl, with a soul as fine as fire. She could outshine the brightest jewel that a rich man’s love might buy her.
    Yes hers could have been the glittering path through a careless, carefree life,
    But she fell in love with a soldier, so she became a soldier’s wife.

    Away from the home of her childhood she marched at her husband’s side,
    For she chose a wide and winding road when she became a bride.
    And sometimes the road was a hard one, so different from what she had planned;
    And sometimes she wept for the home she had left as she lay in a foreign land;
    And sometimes her steps would grow weary as she followed the drum and the fife;
    But she set about making the world her home because she was a soldier’s wife.

    She learned to build a heart for them wherever her man was sent;
    And she knelt to plant a garden every time he pitched their tent.
    Yes, she always planted a garden though she never saw it grow,
    For she knew before the flowers came that she would have to go.
    But she left each garden gladly though it cut her like a knife,
    For she hoped it might bring some comfort to another soldier’s wife.

    To the hardships in her married life she brought one simple truth,
    A promise that once was spoken in the ancient words of Ruth:
    “Wherever you go, I will go. Wherever you lodge, I will lodge;
    Thy people shall be my people and thy God shall be my God.”
    She shared his joys and sorrows as they made their way through life,
    For she was proud to love a soldier and to be a soldier’s wife.

    She bore the weight of worrying what fate might have in store;
    And the wordless fear of waiting when her soldier went to war;
    And the nights she spent fearing that her waiting was in vain;
    And the pain of wanting someone she might never hold again.
    But she bore his children gladly though uncertainity and strife,
    And they never heard her crying for she was a soldier’s wife.

    She raised a soldier’s family with the faith her love had taught her;
    And she gave the pride she had inside to her son and to her daughter;
    And she taught them to love freedom and to know what it was worth,
    As they helped her plant her gardens in the corners of the Earth.
    And she never wished for better that the road they marched through life.
    Because she was as much a soldier as she was a soldier’s wife.
    ~By Caroline Franklin Berry~

    So go ahead and post some of your favorites, anything that may inspire you, or anything that you want to share.
  2. Liahona

    Liahona Guest

    Heres to the crazy ones
    The misfits. The rebels.
    The troublemakers.
    The round pegs in the square
    The ones who see things differently.

    They're not fond of rules.
    And they have no respect for the
    status quo.

    You can praise them, disagree with
    them, quote them, disbelieve them,
    glorify or vilify them.

    About the only you can't do is
    ignore them.

    Because they change things.
    They invent.
    They imagine.
    They heal.
    They explore.
    They create.
    They inspire.
    They push the human race forward.

    Maybe they have to be crazy.

    How else can you stare at an empty
    canvas and see a work of art?

    Or sit in silence and hear a song
    thats never been written.

    Or gaze at a red planet and see a
    laboratory on wheels?

    Because the people who are
    crazy enough to think they
    can change the world, are
    the ones who DO.
  3. DammitJanet

    DammitJanet Well-Known Member Staff Member

    I have several.

    I am a small and precious child, my dads been sent to fight.
    The only place I'll see his face, is in my dreams at night.
    He will be gone too many days for my young mind to keep track.
    I may be sad, but I am proud. My daddy's got your back.
    I am a caring mother. My son has gone to war.
    My mind is filled with worries that I have never known before.
    Everyday I try to keep my thoughts from turning black.
    I may be scared, but I am proud. My son has got your back.
    I am a strong and loving wife, with a husband soon to go.
    There are times I'm terrified in a way most never know.
    I bite my lip, and force a smile as I watch my husband pack.
    My heart may break, but I am proud. My husbands got your back.
    I am a soldier... Serving Proudly, standing tall.
    I fight for freedom, yours and mine by answering this call.
    I do my job while knowing, the thanks it sometimes lacks.
    Say a prayer that I'll come home. It's me who's got your back.
    - Autumn Parker
    A Soldier's Bride
    Copyright ©2003 Autumn Parker


    I share my son's pride in the Marine Corps.
    My son has conquered the most challenging military training program the United States has to offer.
    The Eagle, Globe and Anchor give testimony to his title: United States Marine.
    He has taken his place among the history's Marines who have made the world free just hearing the words: "The Marines have landed, and the situation is well in hand.
    I am proud that in an age that scorns fighting men, he chose To be ready to defend his country.
    Although I can never fully understand his devotion to this fighting Fraternity,
    I realize that the closed corners of his heart and mind are no threat to our family.
    That without this dedication to the word Marine; and all it stands for-Honor, courage, patriotism, and devotion to duty,
    He would not be the man he is.

    I try to be familiar with the job so I can appreciate his abilities.
    I wait when tours of duty separate him from our family.
    I pray for his success in his career and for his safe return.
    I hope the he fulfills his potential and that I will never be a deterrent.
    I share a common bond with those mothers who waited
    During Belleau Wood, Guadalcanal, Tarawa, Iwo Jima, Inchon,
    Vietnam, Beirut,Grenada...
    Knowing one day I may be the one waiting.
    I choose to let the possibility of loss allow me to love my son completely.
    My son has earned the right to be called "United States Marine.
    He has been tested and found not lacking.
    May I be worthy of the title "Marine Mom.
    May God Bless those who claim the title United States Marine.
    For what you do and are willing to do, may we be all always fully grateful.
    Author Unknown