The Colors of a Soldier

June 7, 2012
By Talie SILVER, Albuquerque, New Mexico
Talie SILVER, Albuquerque, New Mexico
6 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It's not.”
― Dr. Seuss, The Lorax


The red, the white, the blue,
And possibly the green flight suit.
The sound of jet engines,
The glinting blue eyes.

When he comes home late from work,
He’s silent as a night owl.
When he laughs at my stupid jokes,
He’s loud as a hyena.

When he’s gone,
I try not to worry.
I know he’ll be safe,
Even in the green zone of the battle.

My father is a soldier,
And for a long time I hated that.
But now I am so proud,
And so glad that he is home.

Finally, finally home . . .


The author's comments:
This poem is written about my father, who is a soldier and was deployed for quite some time.

Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 0 comments.



SciArc

MacMillan Books

Aspiring Writer? Take Our Online Course!