Randy E. Richmond
Gray hair now sprouts from our heads and our faces.
Showing yesterday’s youth only in traces.
The warriors’ hearts now softened with time,
Share wit and wisdom and stories that rhyme.
But not without purpose do we take up our pens.
The reason is hope that more boys grow to be men.
If any of our words permit some to take pause,
They’ll perhaps seek solution to wars and their cause.
We’re as many and varied as the poems we write.
Some have found peace, and others lost in the fight.
There’s our Cajun compadre, and the die-hard marines,
Who pencil us pictures in olive drab green.
And our friend from down under, halfway round the world.
We’ll still stand and uncover when HIS flag is unfurled.
Should our thoughts and our memories… honest and true,
Provide awareness and healing, that’s the best we could do.
So to the readers and the writers, to those who post our fare,
We need only look around us to find those who still care.
May the light always burn at BPJ and may it never fade.
Until the time that freedom’s price has been fully paid!
Words can come quite easily when they come from the heart.
This magic place has the whole she-bang and I’m proud to be a part!
©Copyright 2000 by Randy E. Richmond