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Welcome to the reading room.  This is a place for you to share with us.  We would love to see your poetry, or your stories, or pictures.  If you have anything that you would like to share please just go to the contact us page and email us your work.  We will be glad to post it on our website to share with others.  If you are sending pictures please be sure they are JPEG.  Also if you would like to share something on here but do not want you name attached that is fine just let us know that.  We look forward to adding new stuff and here as time goes by.

 


 

A Soldier's Prayer
written and submitted by
Jennifer Waagmeester

It's time to sleep
I've been relieved

My rifle at my side
My knife in it's sheath

Lord let me live another day
As I put myself in harms way

I made my choice, I took the oath
I stand for freedom, but I don't boast

My God, my country, my family
The things I hold so dear

With these all on my side
There's nothing for me to fear

But if I should fall before my next relief
I will stand before you Lord with honor and dignity

So, while I'm here please make me strong
To fight the battles and right what's wrong

 


 

The Nightmare Never Ends
Dedicated to my father Ed Zenobi and all Vietnam Vets
Written and submitted by: Jennifer Waagmeester


Close your eyes and go to sleep,
My poor, haunted soldier man,
I'll try my best to keep you safe,
In any way I possibly can.
Cradled there in my loving arms,
He drifted off to Vietnam once more.
I tried my best to soothe him,
But he was already back in the war.
His body's tense and twitching,
As he dreams of yesteryear,
I call out his name in vane,
Just trying to ease his fear.
But the battle is already brewing,
He's in the mist of a fire fight,
And for what seems like an eternity,
My soldier thrashes in the night.
And it's too late to bring him home,
He's fighting along side his brothers,
He hears his comrades cry out in pain,
And call out for their mothers.
He's soaked in sweat as he jumps about,
He feels the bullets whizzing by,
His body's numb as he checks himself,
He's so certain he's gonna die.
No, not today my brave hero,
Though you've lost so many friends,
He opens his eyes as the dream has past,
But the nightmare never ends.

 


 

September 11th, 2001
written and submitted By: Jennifer Waagmeester 
Dedicated to 9-11-01 victims and their families

 It was late one Tuesday evening,
Before a mother could sit down,
To tell her only child about
The terror that hit downtown.She looked into the eyes of her son
God, she loved him so,
She felt her heart begin to break
And the hurt begin to show. She gathered all her strength and courage,
as her story she began to tell.
"Baby don't cry, but I'm afraid daddy
Might be under a building that fell." The boy looked back at his mother,
His eyes made not one blink.
And the mother's tears began to fall.
What would her baby think? You see, his dad is a firefighter,
And his hero from the day of his birth.
He loved his dad more than anything else
That could ever inherit this earth.. The mother's head began to drop,
Her forehead resting on palm.
She thought her son would be upset.
Instead, he was very calm. The boy leaned over towards his mom,
And put his hand upon her head.
In her ear he began to whisper,
And this is what he said:
Mommy please don't cry,
I knew daddy wasn't coming home.
I talked to him just a while ago,
But it wasn't on the phone. He told me that he loved me,
And he promised we'd meet again.
He told of his new home,
And the job he was to begin.""God is building an army,
And there are many angels needed.
That, is where daddy and the others went.
They weren't all defeated." It was then, the mother lifted her head.
The tears streamed down her face..
And she could feel her husband's presence,
As it filled her heart with grace. It was then she knew her son was right.
He was in God's great army now.
She also knew her son was safe,
That he'd be kept from harm somehow.So, people of the world beware.
An army is on the way.
Bolstered by new angels,
Who left the towers that day.Their commander has never been beaten.
His power has never been matched,
And if evil thinks He was almighty before...
Well, the surface has just been scratched!

 

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