Sands of War

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© 1991 Jeanne E Webster. All rights reserved.

(This poem is dedicated to my son, who fought in the Persian Gulf War, 1991)

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It’s time to go to war, my son.

Do you hear that distant drum?

Ill winds are kicking up the sand

Down there in Kuwaiti land.

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Load those missiles; pack your gear;

The battle time draws near.

DESERT SHIELD screams on high:

“Saddam! Saddam! Goodbye!!!”

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Upon the sand, the line is drawn.

Don’t quiver; prove your brawn!

The “birds” are flying high and low

To soften up the blow.

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The dunes . . .the dunes are beckoning;

’Tis the day of reckoning!

Amid the smoke and wind-blown sand

Lies victory from God’s hand.

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DESERT STORM is quick and fierce,

As Saddam’s might is pierced.

The Lord your God is with you, Son;

Fight on till all is done.

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Far and wide across the dunes

The bloodied foe lies strewn.

White flags are waving over Iraq.

It’s time to head on back . . .

. . . . back home to loved ones seeking you,

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Dressed in red, white and blue;

Bright yellow ribbons tied everywhere

To show you that we care.

Oh . . .the hearts overflow with tears,

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Shedding all those pent-up fears;

Eyes meet. . . nervous feet run. . .

It’s hugs and kisses for everyone!

Give thanks for God’s loving care;

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Our burdens He helped us bear.

Each day His tender mercies renew.

He whispers, “Son, I love you!”

6 comments on “Sands of War

  1. LightWriters says:

    how very precious…

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