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.