Happy Independence Day!

I wrote the following poem when I was - oh, probably 14 years old. It doesn't exactly rhyme and it isn't exactly - well, worth publishing. But it is all I have on hand at the moment and I thought in celebration of our freedoms and all who have given them to us, I would swallow my pride and fear and post it for you anyway.

The Unknown Hero

Dedicated to the glory of God and to all the unknown heroes out there

Out there beneath a distant sky,

there stands a silent one;

He looks out, over the field,

his back against the sun.

He knows that quite soon

on this very field

He will be fighting for his life

with little or no shield.

Yet he is not afraid,

This soldier tall and straight,

For he knows that God is with him,

And that his reasons are great.

He is willing to fight in battle,

Though unknown he may remain,

For does he not work for God?

And the story remains the same.

There are people dying,

And if he is one of them,

He knows it might save the lives,

Of his countrymen.

And so this soldier does not care,

If he does not make it to one-zero-zero

This is a soldier brave and true,

The unknown hero.

Jacinta  A. VanZandt