Faye Sizemore


Mirages being so common in the desert
through the heat, and swirling sand,
I thought I saw a line of tanks in a foreign land
I thought I saw the Sons of Uncle Sam
marching off in search of Saddam,
wind whipping banners of Red, White and Blue

Their faces looked so determined, so very true,
making their way to give the Tyrant his due
In the desert night, burns many an oil well,
their flames bespeaking of the fires of Hell
In the streets of Baghdad the sirens do wail,
warning all hearing of those who will prevail

Beyond the mirage……… I see me…
helpless, gazing, with tears on my face… anew…
praying for safe returns when they are through…