A soldier is at the plate
At bat is his countries fate
His appearance is great
Holding the freedom gate
From enemies of US' hate
Such battle, war and slate
Battle worn, scarred and dictate
He stood tall of his create
Preserving peace at harms rate
He eyes the fences of weight
Past the brave crosses of his mate
On it's scales rests this date
Logan Robertson
5/28/2019
To the men and women upholding our countries peace, making the ultimate sacrifice, in upholding our flag-the red, white and blue-I join in with many around the country thanking you from the bottom our hearts. Thank you.
*Noted-Second to the last line I added. I think it gives the poem added depth and imagery. Surprisingly how one line can tie a poem all together.