Honor

             I would like to honor all the soldiers who fought or died in the civil war. It must have taken incredible courage to go  up and fight your neighbors and cousins.To see the dead but still fight for what you believe in so fiercely. To kill, so slaves could be free,or to keep your plantation. The cannons could make your ears bleed and your insides would literally split. You know holding the flag is a death sentence but yet you go up there and hold it proudly for your country. I could not up there and fight knowing my fate.I could never face the hardships they did. So I would like to honor them.Their bravery and courage .Their determination and passion. This would go to all wars but the civil wars really struck me. Their passion shall follow me and I don't think I could ever live up to what they did. So I honor you with all my heart.

Dove

Dear Wings,
                       You carry me off my feet
                        You my soul lift to the sky
                        You let the sun burn my back
                         You let the wind whip me every direction

                          But when the storm comes,
                         I have no control, no liberty
                          I am at the mercy of cruel heartless beings
                          I can't feel anymore,I am a mere shadow on the vast plains

                          But once I'm free, I am boundless
                           The sky not's the limits,neither  galaxy,
                           Neither the harsh and unnecessary words,
                           I fly higher than the stars and the milky way
                       
                          Control me  if you want to
                          Bind me if that's want you need for,
                           Your, self satisfaction and confidence
                            Always remember I will have that free will,

                             That attitude and sass
                            That love and passion and,
                             The will to be free and to feel the,
                             The rain pounding on my back
                                                                                    Namaste
                                                                                                          (molly)