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A Memorial Tribute
Brave pilot Marie Rossi! young and bright
With poise, so confident, the brow serene
When with her helicopter on her right
She smilingly came up on TV’s screen.
My thoughts went out to all the heroines
Who in days past excelled and made their mark
Such as the valiant maiden of Orleans.
Domremy’s tomboy daughter, Joan of Arc.
Marie’s feet though were not in stirrups pressed,
Nor did her hand a sword or banner wield;
Flat rudder pedals she would kick with zest
While skimming over troops of Desert Shield.
But Desert Shield soon became Desert Storm
Infernal fireballs danced their hideous round
Missiles, projectiles, smart bombs, all a-swarm
Her helicopter - crippled - hits the ground.
My song is for a pilot soldier fair
And all the fallen heroes who like her
Helped win for us the peace and victory’s thrill
In our hearts and minds they’re living still;.
der sich rektor Debisch nnannte. Debisch der erteilt schon, seinem Sohn ne Lektion.
Hi, Elizabeth. This is my first time to visit your site! I commend you on this poem for freedom comes with a very big cost, and sometimes to the ones we love. I had an older brother who was wounded in WW2...wounded twice actually! Once at St. Lo France, and again at some other place.
It is very unfortunate the we cannot have peace! Everyone in the whole world would benefit from it! But, there are those "few".....that keep bad things going! And, then there are the millions that defend what is right!
Good write....Keep on writing!
Cletus Hardiman