Musing Mind of Wanderingdeerpoet

So begins the battle I am expected to fight (me? to fight?) Admittedly, I'm rattled! I would run Or stick my head in the sand But this time Yes, this time I'm full in Head on, in it! In to my knees In to my eye balls To gruesome victory or to death (Let's hope the first!) Let us pray And pray for the best, But this is war What good is my best? The sun sets And tomorrow the enemy rides From every direction, even inside A mighty battle And I am admittedly rattled- I will stand my ground As the winds rush me And the burning missiles touch down I am a rock But the enemy knocks Again and again I am weary of fighting And missing my friends But this is war What of me? Me and my smallish dreams and girlish things? I will not break Though they would have me too I will not speak Not a word to turn on you ... So goes the battle On and on To glory Or till I'm all gone.

          For Janey: Some of us are flames  small flames trying to keep the fire alive We work, we eat, yes we survive  but there are those who are more Spitfires, to be sure Hard hitters, hit the ground running types  always ready to give it their best Day in and day out  you my dear one, yes you, stood out As one a bit more polished than the rest  if I am the coal than you the diamond If I am the spring trickling down  than you were the river that surrounds A loud but beautiful noise  with enthusiasm filling the void But where is your forthright tongue, my friend? Sadly, even swarms of fire can end ...   An unexpected day   An unwelcomed call   No more running the race   No more wind in your face   I mourn you my sister   With honor and grace ... Some fires should never be put out.