Jun 25, 2009
As I mentioned in an earlier journal entry, I find poetic inspiration from many things in life: nature, family, friends, random observations, stray thoughts...
A concept I have developed over the years goes something like this; those who don the Uniform of their country have taken up the Burden.
A friend once wrote of the Burden, which the warriors of any people. The phrase he used, which he heard from a Lakota Sioux comrade who served together with him in the Special Forces, went thus: "A warrior is one who willingly bears the burden of his tribe's bones."
I have come to think of this as one who accepts the duty and obligation to safeguard that which his people (tribe, clan, family, country, and so forth) has made for the good...
I am grateful to all those who have borne that burden, especially those who given the full measure of devotion in the task.
I wrote this in 2001 for Memorial Day.
Thoughts on the Burden.
Row upon row, the silent stones
Mark where they lie, who burden bore
Tested under, battle's harsh flames
Resting in peace, freedom they gave
Gift they gave us, those who lie still
Freedom to speak, freedom to grow
Building our lives, without concern
Knowing not when, burden is ours
Taking burden, handed to us
By those who sleep, under the sod
Uneasy thing, duty can be
Doing the Right, sometimes is hard
Hard we must be, sometimes in life
To win over, strife and ordeal
Carry the hopes, dreams and good will
Of kinfolk's lives, forward we must
We must be strong, when courage fails
Doing duty, in face of odds
Win through the flames, or maybe fall
Our marker too, added to rows