The Veteran

He sits alone on sunlit porch
Because he walks no more
With wrinkled face and twisted joints
His body tired and

The Soldier’s Holiday

He doesn’t speak of fireworks.

From our front porch, I watch their bursts

with open

Veterans

Though he may walk with crooked stick,
And talk with bitter tone,
I know his actions aren't as quick,
as those that

Action Figures

A soul that knows no love; knows no hate

Respecting those I hated, early morning dreams honor those I killed,

The Point

The National Anthem played
over the P.A. sounding a bit
tinny from the old speaker.
Yet, the vet stood straight,
almost