The Drunken Soldier Strikes It Rich

 The Drunken Soldier Strikes It Rich

The drunken soldier wandered, lost and sad, with nothing but a bottle and a bag. He stumbled on a treasure, quite a find, and laughed out loud, his heart and soul combined.

His days of poverty were left behind, as he counted gold and jewels, oh so fine. He raised a toast to luck, to love, and life, and danced and sang into the night, no strife.

But riches bring their own set of woes, and he found that gold can't buy peace, who knows. The soldier drank his troubles all away. Until one day he'd nothing left to say.

So, if you find yourself with wealth in hand, remember what's important, take a stand. and drink to love, to life, and joy untold, and always keep your heart and soul so bold.

My Mother Was A Twisted Sister

 

My mother, a twisted sister, her love both fierce and tender. She raised me with a gentle hand, and with a strength that never bend.

Her laughter could fill up a room, and with a smile, she'd chase away my gloom. Her wisdom, sharp as any knife, cut through my doubts and made me come alive.

She showed me what it means to be strong, and how to find my way, even when I'm wrong. Her love was always unconditional, a flame that burned, so warm and original.

And now she's gone, but I won't forget, her spirit lives on, in each memory I've met. I am grateful for the time we had, and for the love she always had.

Lost Souls

Lost souls wander through the night,
In search of peace, a guiding light.
Their hearts are heavy, their pain untold,
In this world they feel so alone.

They cry out, seeking a way to cope,
But often feel like they're losing hope.
Their tears fall like rain from the sky,
As they try to heal their broken hearts, inside.

But there's a glimmer of hope, don't you see,
A chance to find happiness, to be set free.
The road ahead may be long and tough,
But with strength and love, it can be enough.

So reach out your hand, let love shine bright,
Guide the lost souls to a brighter light.
Together we'll heal, we'll make it right,
In this world of darkness, we'll bring back the light.

News Travels Fast To Whose Who Await A Returning Soldier

 

News Travels Fast To Whose Who Await A Returning Soldier

News travels fast to those who await a returning soldier, strong and brave their hearts race with hope and fear as they wait for their loved one to appear

The roads are long and the journey hard but the soldier fights, never falling apart through the trials and the pain their determination will not wane

And then, one day, the news arrives the soldier is coming home, alive tears of joy flow like a river as the loved ones embrace the giver

Of freedom, sacrifice, and love the returning soldier, sent from above News travels fast to those who wait for the hero who fought to seal our fate.

Unrequited Love and the Soldier

Unrequited Love and the Soldier

The soldier stands tall, his heart full of pride but inside, a love burns that he cannot hide for a girl he's never met, but dreams of each night a love that's unrequited, a constant plight

He thinks of her often, as he fights for his land wondering if she'll ever understand the depth of his feelings, the pain in his soul for a love that's unrequited, that he'll never know

He fights for his country, with bravery and grace but his thoughts always wander to a different place a place where his love is returned with the same but alas, it's only a dream, an unending game

The soldier returns home, his heart still aflame for the girl he'll never have, his love will remain a love that's unrequited, but forever true a love that he'll carry, his whole life through.

The Brave Soldier

 The Brave Soldier

The brave soldier marches on, with head held high and gun in hand, He fights for freedom, fights for right, with courage as his guiding light.

Through rain and snow, through heat and cold, He trudges on, his story untold. He fights for those who cannot fight, for peace to reign, for wrongs to right.

He leaves behind his family and friends, to defend our nation till the end. He fights for us, so we can sleep, with the knowledge that our nation is safe to keep.

So let us honor and remember, the brave soldier in September, and all the months and days in between, for their sacrifice, we will always be keen.

The brave soldier, we salute you, for all that you have been through, Your service and sacrifice, will always in our hearts suffice.

The Lost Soldier Has No Name

 The Lost Soldier Has No Name

The Lost Soldier has no name, no one to mourn his passing, no one to claim his fame, no one to mark his casting.

He fought for his country, with courage and with pride, but now his battle's over, and he sleeps forever by its side.

His sacrifice will be remembered, in the hearts of those he saved, but his name will be forgotten, in the annals of the brave.

The Lost Soldier has no name, but his spirit will live on, in the freedom that we claim, and the peace that he has won.

The Tree That Fell From The Sky

The tree that fell from the sky, 

a mystery to all who pass by. 

It tumbles down, without a sound, 

and lays upon the ground.

No roots to hold it, no branches to sway, it falls from the heavens, in an odd way. But as it lays there, still and alone, 

it becomes a part of the earth, and a new home.

For creatures great and small, 

will make it their home, and stand tall. 

And though it fell from the sky, 

the tree will live on, and not die.

It's a reminder, that in life's twists and turns, we must learn to adapt and grow, and let go of our yearns. 

For though we may fall, we will rise again, and find our place, in the end.

The Tree That Could

 

The tree that could, stood tall and brazen,branches reaching for the clouds. Its leaves rustled in the breeze, A symphony of rustles and trees.

The tree that could, stood strong and true, through scorching sun and freezing dew. It weathers every storm with grace, a symbol of life in this place.

The tree that could, gave shelter and shade, to the creatures in the forest glade. It's home to birds and beasts alike, and through the seasons, it will thrive.

The tree that could, is a wonder to see, A reminder of the beauty of nature and the power of the tree. It's a symbol of hope, growth, and strength, The tree that could, will go to any length.

A Tree Becoming Lifeless

 

Dead trees, looking once proud and now bent,

Once full of leaves, now stripped and bowed 

Their branches bare, their trunks worn and gray a silent testament to time's decay

Once they stood, reaching for the sky.

A home for birds, a shelter for the shy 

But now, they're nothing but a shell a haunting reminder of what once was well

Their roots, once deep and strong now cling to life, for not too long 

For they, too, will crumble and fall and join the rest, in the forest's thrall

Dead trees, a sight to see a symbol of life, and mortality 

A reminder that all things must pass and in death, new life begins at last.

New Trees Are Joyful

 

New trees, so fresh and green, sprouting from the earth, a symbol of new beginnings, A sign of rebirth.

Their leaves rustle in the breeze, dancing in the sun, a promise of growth and vitality, a sight to never shun.

Their branches reaching for the sky, their roots deep in the ground, a balance of strength and grace, An unshakable compound.

New trees, so full of life, a gift to all to see,

May they remind us to embrace the beauty of new beginnings, and be.

Strong Trees

Trees stand tall and proud,

reaching for the sky,

their branches stretched out long,

nature's architecture high.

their leaves rustle in the breeze,

a symphony of green,

their trunks rough, their bark at ease,

nature's kings and queens.

trees bear witness to the years,

their rings a history,

of joys and sorrows, hopes and fears,

a legacy.

trees give life, they give shade,

a home for birds and bees,

their roots run deep, their love unafraid,

nature's guardians, if you please.

So let us honor trees,

for all they do and are,

for the beauty they bring to our knees,

and the peace they bring to our hearts.