GENESIS OF A POEM

If ya’ll would be so kind as to help me out I have a poem working in my head… ok.
Please describe to me “A Soldiers Hands” …
Two words. twenty words, whatever it doesn’t matter…
Now was that so bad :)

Stay Safe and Be Happy
Eileen Breedlove
22 February 2001
USA :)

A SOLDIER’S HANDS Nuthin’ special ’bout a soldier’s hands they keep account and till the land They handle softly the ones they love and fight and build and wear suede gloves. They clench to protect the weak and poor, opening to give those with none some more. Children grasp and hold them tight. But they hold a rifle to ensure all is right. ©Anthony W. Pahl 24th February 2001 Australia

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Now you’ve done got me crying!
That is so beautiful Tony… soooooo beautiful.
God and all His wisdom knows I can’t begin to word anything as beautiful as the words you have written.
Thank you my brother and welcome home :)

Eileen Breedlove
22 February 2001
USA

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“How on earth did you do that Tony, I am in awe of you guys! Amazing”

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Mike Subritzky
25 February 2001
New Zealand

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I know exactly what you mean! It totally amazed me that Tony wrote that
poem in a matter of minutes!!!! I have been thinking about the subject for days!! lolol
GREAT JOB TONY!!

Eileen Breedlove
25 February 2001
USA

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Write on Brother!
Just got the coffee and the mouse headin’ into BPJ and BammMM! “Soldiers Hands” slaps me wide awake!

GOT TO READ IT AGAIN… THANKS TONY

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L.J. Klaiber
24 February 2001
USA

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Tony that is one of the most beautiful and powerful poems I have ever read.
As I read it a picture came to mind, a woman holding a newborn baby, a soldier cradling the child’s head in his then letting go to pick up his rifle and kit and walking away. To me there is no picture more heartbreaking than that.

Thank you.
Maria Sutherland
25 February 2001
USA

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