Monday, December 26, 2005

A Christmas Poem

From Eric Swanson:

...In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,So I slumbered, perhaps I started to
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,But I opened my eyes
when it tickled my ear.Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,Then the sure
sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled
to hear,And I crept to the door just to see who was near.Standing out in the
cold and the dark of the night,a lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,Perhaps a Marine, huddled here
in the cold.Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,standing watch over me,
and my wife and my child...

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