Do I really know, where it is I go to?
A journey undertaken, by just a select few.
Leaving behind this green and pleasant land.
Searching out your presence, to hold your hand.
Crossing the bridge between a world old and new.
In search of your colours, for they are vivid and true.
Arriving at a time of great concern and consideration.
As national forces are deployed, without reservation.
The stars and stripes settle into a long and difficult fight.
To rid the world of Islamic terrorists, using all of it's might.
For this generation has experienced more than its share of tears,
Hoping that the next can live and play without constant fears.
There is also a battle raging upon the front at home.
Contaminated mail, as authorities vigorously comb.
Searching out the source, of a weapon terrorising this decade.
Whilst a population remains defiant, and unafraid.
I am here to share with you, all of your fears.
And occasionally to wipe away salty tears.
As we share this blue sky, vivid on the days this fall.
So be not afraid to love, and in so doing stand tall.
To "feel your colours", during these autumn days.
To observe and understand you're funny little ways.
To be patient and attentive becomes my role.
For how else can I, explore your soul.
"I Love you"
But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate
Steve..Aka.."The Old Sea Dog"..2001..©
An Original Created By "This Steve"
