I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Wildflowers are protected in Michigan. Took me years to understand why.”
I understand why we protect the wildflowers now…
I sit on the hill in the midst of a wildflower field.
Small flowers moving in the gentle breeze.
I sit at bay from a good friend grave.
I came to tell him that, I was alright.
His death broke me down.
I retired from the Army and he went to war alone.
We were comrades in many battles for 12 years.
Raised our children together.
He joined the National Guard and I was tire of war.
The howling storm of war.
Took my friend on three tours to Iraq.
A roll-over in Iraq took a father of two beautiful girl .
On the final journey.
I hear the leader’s telling me.
God is on our side.
This war is worth the blood of our men and woman.
I lay with the wildflowers.
Allowing them to take me to a better place.
I see my friend face. I remember his smile and I can hear his laughter
when I close my eyes.
I know what he would tell me.
“What done is done. Take care of my babies and don’t cry for me.
I died for love, freedom and the untried. War is hell. Don’t let my
children forget how much I loved them.”
My friend loved the country.
He lived in a small town who cried a thousand tears for him at his funeral.
Now his grave is decorated with a bronze star and fresh flowers from his daughter.
I planted wildflowers seeds around his grave.
Drank two miller’s beer and left four for him.
I whispered to the wind. “Please take care of a good Soldier and friend.”
The wildflowers are dancing in the breeze.
I looked at the wildflowers, free and uncontrolled. I think it is good to be like a wildflower.
Never be locked in or forgotten.
I understand now why we protect the wildflowers.
I salute my friend’s grave.
Do a silence prayer and whisper.
“I will ensure you will not be forgotten.”
Coyote
John Castellenas
2013
Touching tribute to your friend and many others.
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Many sad lookings back today…
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We can’t forget the people who befriended us. We must remember our mentors too. The kind people, who molded us to become good and kind people. Thank you dear Sassy for reading and the comment.
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