Our Nation’s Wealth
A Vet has Eyes to see through stone
hearts, Ears to listen to marching
bands of brothers. His Hands chaperone
tired soldiers home while arching
banners wave red, white, blue signals
of left behind innocence adding to the sands
of time, hot knowing grains that humble
our Men who speak hard commands
bringing life, sometimes death, always
pain for freedom. A Vet has Limbs
to walk the pitted road ablaze
with obstacles of terror’s whims,
abroad, and here at home. Hang on
Brave One, you’re our land’s *Cabochon.
*unfaceted polished gem