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Veterans/Memorial Day Poem, #220, OUT OF THE CLOUDS

Out of the clouds I tumble
To survey the earth below.
With a snap of my billowing canopy
I glide like a bird, and slow.

The wind kisses my face
Like a welcoming friend--
Takes my hand to lead the way.
The other hand grasps St. Michael's wings;
In this exhilerating game we play.

The thunder of the silence
Soothes my soul
As I drift in laughter's wake,
And I dance on the air
With the earth my goal
All for my country's sake.

Written from the Heart by Esther B. Campbell Gates
Mom of Sp/4 Keith A. Campbell, DSC, BSM, PH


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