Thanks to our troops and a tribute to the former glory and a prayer for peace

Thanks to our troops and a tribute to the former glory and a prayer for peace YouDedicated thanks to the soldiers and their loved onesFor who have settled in fox holes, carried guns, marched hours.For for those who have had cold sleepless nights, endless days discomfort.For who have suffered the agony of war for my well. Thanks to those who have you.For gently kissed goodbye to a loved one with a tear and look back for one last time, for those who found the sword courageto bear liberty.For who flew with the eagle.For who visited freedom outside soil.Taking to other countries, while maintaining our freedom, you.For Thanks to those who have lost their limbs, lives and loved ones.For those who lost friends, brothers, sisters, mothers and parents For those who have sacrificed their freedom and gave sake.Thank you.For for all those who had the value of position, for those who have come to a small part of his comrade.For give the freedom of foreigners and a hope for peace.For sacrifice of all those who love, and pay the price freedom.Thank you. "Old GloryDo know that this flag was? It was again lost and falling and rising There is always someone to repair, This flag again. He waves across the sky with the wind, His courage to fly will never end, She fights for freedom, to help your victory, You know where the faded glory of the old has been? He rose through predjudice and hatred He fought for the freedom of others, because, It is the symbol of the destiny of our country, It gives the world, the hand of a friend It covers the center of fighting men and women, When you fall in the dust, In God We Trust, We again instead. You are aware that this flag was? His name is Old Glory, The heart of the history of America, Flying through the sky in the wind. You are aware that this flag was? This flag will be raised again.Prayer for peaceForeign winds blow across the sea, Susurro bring peace to me, The sea brings fresh emotion, Calls for calm storms. As the wind gently lifts the leaves of the ground palm.The calls for an end to wars, The wind whispers, please live in peace, A search that God sends the soft breeze.In distant played drum of war, Another bomb fell from the sky, The distance between the fires of another weapon. As we all search for peace is coming. Sweet sorrow about what the war has fallen and the ground bleeding done.Rain Swept in the blood is the seed of life, Mother Earth and asks supports To end the war. I join her on her knee. In a prayer for peace.Foreign winds blow across the sea, Susurro bring peace to me, The sea brings fresh emotion, Calls for calm storms. As the wind gently lifts the leaves of a palm.Bio Arlin Judy Puckett currently residing in Monroe, La.I start writing at the age of 11 years, and I? M 54 hours. I am the mother of three, grandmother five.I love of creative writing, poetry, digital art, art, photography, jazz and blues music.i and writing poetry and lyrics of each topic. War-peace, love, love, religion, abortion oppose.I I hope to write meaningful and useful to say that touch the heart and make a difference in life.I poet is the voice of those without words. Arlin Judy Puckett