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To us did send
Home
The Creators sight
Old Glory stands
Forever last
Never die
This helping hand
To dream the dream of dreams
Mohican tears
These wonderful ones
I go to stay
the journey continues
Let me speak
A world with out trees
A Warriors glory
All is well
Farewell
Storms have been weathered
The codeof a Knight
We hold dear America
You have won
To honor the Oneida Warrior
Until then
You have done well
Lost a good friend
Not to be sold poem
Deadacaded poem
To us did send
Go with God
Forgotten Warrior

To us Did send

 

 

To fight and die yet to abide.

To fight and survive yet to abide

Is to see that freedom is to survive.

 

Men of this and all wars.

Set life and liberty aside.

That love and harmony will preside.

 

Men like Ron who loved life.

Sacrifice all that we may live right.

To hold freedoms Holy light.

 

His war was done though no one won.

Yet for what he had done some enjoy freedoms sun.

And to that! A victory is won.

 

For the north days are dark as is their freedom has part.

But the south days are bright for they live in freedoms light.

Through the light of free men might.

 

God gave Ron the will to live.

And many friends Ron has still.

And surly it must have been Gods will.

 

But now God has called Ron to the beyond.

With sadness we are earth bound.

For now he will not be around.

 

But our hearts hold sound.

That his love! Is still earth bound.

The love in him every body had found.

 

Farewell my found friend.

Think of us unto the end.

For our thoughts are of the freedom.

You had so boldly fought and defended.

The love that God in you.

 

 

Did to us send

©       4/22/03               Robert (Standing Eagle Plume) Jacobs

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