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Easter in Iraq
The sun beats down on the sands of Iraq
Our young solders fighting back
At night they write letters to their loved one
Never knowing if it will be the last
Their sweethearts, wife's, mothers, and their little children
How do they let them know , it may be the finally
time they speak
On Easter day while family and friend try to have a good Easter
Young men walk on the sand, praying they do not step on a mine
On this special day, the gifts are send in beautiful way's
Do not think of the mud on their clothes or the fright on their face
In the name of freedom they sing
On Easter they can hear the church bells ring
For a while peace is all around
The solders sing Easter songs
It make life easer to go on
Hope 2005 will bring an end to the war
So our solders will shine once more.
Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet
You do not have to see with the eyes, when you see with the soul
I see you my love, not with my eyes, but with my soul
Your beauty surrounds you wherever you go
I can feel you close, though you are far away
I want you to know I will love you always
I see you my love, not with my eyes, but with my heart
If only I could come to you, and have a brand new start
If I was beauty and you were the beast
I still would love you truly, in you I would find my peace
I see you my love, not with my eyes, but with my very being
I promise I never tell lies. I see a star as it glows
It is your answer to me, I have been told
Your voice is so kind and deep
I even hear it even when I sleep
I feel your comfort, when you hold me in dreams
My life is everything, if you love me too
You are my all, I am all things to you.
Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet
A Comanche Spirit Woman by adoption-Cynthia Ann
Parker
In 1836 a young girl became by adoption, a spirit woman of the Comanche
Many songs have been written about her
Cynthia Ann Parker is someone to be proud off
She with her husband Pecos Nocoma, their children
Quanah, Pecos and Topsannah, walk along the wolf trail now
The Last of the Comanche was gone
All the Great Warrior's are vanishes with them
The buffalo, was once in big numbers
The prairie where the Indian lived
Are no longer there
Cynthia Ann Parker was taken back to her natural family
She died of grieve , yet I still remember a painting
On the prairie when she was a young mother
With her husband by her side and Quanah in her arms
Riding beautifully horses, not a care in the world
That is how I like to remember The Last Comanche Family
A Spirit Woman who only wanted peace in the American's Frontier
Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet
Go to the state of Texas, walk on the trail the Indian once walked. if you are quiet you can see a young woman
and her husband riding the plains, it is a step into the pass
FREEDOM-A PRAY TO THE AMERICAN SOLDER
Freedom is the American Flag
Freedom is also the tears of the American Solder
If we did not have these brave men and woman
Putting their lives on the line our Freedom may have been taken away
I am proud to be an American and I want to pray for the American Solder
Dear God, let freedom for this grant county be one voice
Protect the American Solder from terrorism and help them keep America safe
Bless the young woman and men who are in a county who does not understand our ways
Freedom always comes at a cost, yet the beauty which are the states
Must be able to have freedom of speech,religion and all of what the USA stand for
Please God, let them come home to their wives and children, because they need them too
To be free to believe and be able to vote is a grant thing
Without the solder fighting to keep us free, is a God given gift
Freedom is the beautiful mountains, the park people walk in, the waterfall
The White House and the President. America is the grantest county in the world
I pray every day for the American Solder for without them our hope would be gone
Thank you my friends for giving me my Freedom
LINDA ANN HENRY
DO YOU REMEMBER ME
THE PEOPLE'S POET
I truly feel your pain and your love for country. I would not have my freedom today if it way not for you brave
men and women.
The sands of Iraq
I can see the sands of Iraq
My husband is fighting back
The sands drifts so deep
To trudge on and on
With your weary feet
So hard to run
In that burning sun
Never know if you meet
A terrorist you must defeat
My husband, I pray for you every night
That they will let you come home and kiss your wife
At night the sands of Iraq
Blow grit into your mouth
It is bad for you, with no end in sight
Your eyes too must hurt tonight
When you sleep in your clothes
The sand much chafe your skin
And irritate your heart within
My husband, all you have
Is to remember I love you
I know you will not be the same again
When you are through
Can you trust the people you see
Life is so valuable
Will Iraq will ever be free
If they do not want to be
I know there are good people
In Iraq who are lost
I ask God to help them at any cost
I know you will do your best
In the name of freedom
I will ask The Son of God to bless
Linda Ann Henry
Do you remember me
The people's poet
Freedom is like a precious jewel, given to the USA by God
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