Low tide hits soiled shore,
Forever washed in blood of yesterday’s war,
Never tide, nor storm,
May wash away the tear stained sand,
Which many marine, soldier, air & seaman,
rest their heavy head.
A Place To Create & Share
The Author Page of Historian Steve Dundas
Trying to grow into the successful man God called me to be
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Deep is my love. Deep is my passion. Deep is where I lift a world that's tearing itself down.
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
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My Life And Everything Within It