THE PURPLE HEART

At the bottom of the beautiful laden sea,
lies the grave of someone I knew, but never met.
He lived his life as a sailor, but he died as a savior.
The ones he left behind will always
remember his passing, he received a
blessing, that should be in red, not in purple.
The red would stand for the blood
spilt to receive it, the gold
figurehead stands for the First
Commander who gave it.
The colors that hold it stand for the
Glorious Country that cries each time it is given.
On the back of the medal the names are
scrolled to remember those who received it.
The shape is in that of a heart to show
where the true idea of giving it came from.
The purple and gold are in memory of
where you may be now, and where we
someday may join you.

 

By William Scott Cass in loving memory
of William Stephen Cass.

You can also view this poem and the story about the poem here:
http://www.vpnavy.org/vp17_history.html

COUNTRY COMPROMISER

The life I am about to portray,
Started his life in a hard way,
He lived in a time when men weren't equal,
He started his role in the field of Law,
Determined to put his name in history,
He became the Senator of a great state,
His knowledge helped bring together;
A great compromise in history;
The idea that the masses should choose as one,
How the black people were to be treated;
He became recognized as a founding father of 
that great state,
To help his country more,
He decided that he should become the leader;
Powers beyond him decided this would not
be the best idea,
He lived his life to help others,
Now he is remembered with the best under the dome

In memory of Lewis Cass

BLACKNESS SURROUNDING...

The night was covered with a starless sky,
Wind slowly rushing the trees about me,
Something flashing in the shadows,
My heart beats faster and my breath is not coming out,
By an act of magic the sky opened up,
Bringing forth it's precious bounty,
Running for cover with fear left behind,
Falling to the ground in a small covering,
The dark was so black I couldn't find my hand,
I fumbled looking for something to light my face,
How long to find the precious light?
Light revealing the truth, I was home.  

 

 

THE STANDOFF
Wind calmly blowing through the trees,
Fisherman down by the stream;
Prizes lying neatly by,
Rustling stops the happy scene;
Brawn and mean enters in,
Tosses the fisherman by the side;
Hurting from within,
Brawn devouring the prize;
Fury replaces the pain,
Strength comes back to fight;
Flying through the air,
Brawn caught by surprise;
Grabbing around the throat,
Brawn and fisherman slowly die;
Standoff is over and prizes still are by.

Based on a true story of a fight between a Grizzly Bear and a Wolverine