Two good menA Poem by Coyote PoetryA story of two Soldiers
Two
different stories. Both are sad and needed to be written.
Pray for the soldiers today. Remember men and woman are fighting for us today. Coyote Proud Veteran Ira Hayes Gather round me people There's a story I would tell About a brave young Indian You should remember well From the land of the Pima Indian A proud and noble band Who farmed the Phoenix valley In Arizona land Down the ditches for a thousand years The water grew Ira's peoples' crops 'Till the white man stole the water rights And the sparklin' water stopped Now Ira's folks were hungry And their land grew crops of weeds When war came, Ira volunteered And forgot the white man's greed There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill, Two hundred and fifty men But only twenty-seven lived To walk back down again And when the fight was over And when Old Glory raised Among the men who held it high Was the Indian, Ira Hayes Ira returned a hero Celebrated through the land He was wined and speeched and honored Everybody shook his hand But he was just a Pima Indian No water, no crops, no chance At home nobody cared what Ira'd done And when did the Indians dance Then Ira started drinkin' hard Jail was often his home They'd let him raise the flag and lower it like you'd throw a dog a bone! He died drunk one mornin' Alone in the land he fought to save Two inches of water in a lonely ditch Was a grave for Ira Hayes Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes But his land is just as dry And his ghost is lyin' thirsty In the ditch where Ira died Call him drunken Ira Hayes He won't answer anymore Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian Nor the Marine that went to war Johnny Cash Chief falling Cloud Just a man. A Pima Indian. Born on the dry river of the Gila River. Volunteers to serve the USA. A quiet man. Honored by his brothers and sisters. When leaving for War. Became brothers with his fellow Marines. Fought in terrible battles. Came home a hero. His desire was to be with his division. He found a peace and safeness with soldiers. Soldiers have a bond. Fight together. Celebrate life together. Died together. Cry together for lost comrades. He was a un-willing hero. He died a lonely death. By a abandoned hut close to his home. On 24 January 1955. Death by exposure and alcohol. I know his brother Marines were waiting. Had a good seat waiting for him. Ain't no hero. Only fellow soldiers waiting for a friend. Coyote John Castellenas (A good friend died in Iraq on 24 August 2004. I need to remember him. His beautiful daughters miss and need him.) SSG. Donald Neal Davis A country boy born in northern Michigan. Always a smile and a hello. A soldier's soldier. If your car broke down. Night or day. He would come to your assistance. 24 years as a soldier. Never complains. Volunteers for more time. To teach and assist the young soldiers. Two beautiful daughters. Would do anything to make them content. Hard times and good times I stood with him. He trusted me with his children. I trusted him with my family. When I was deployed. Soldiers take care of other soldiers families. He came by one time a year in the Summer. In 2004 he did not call. I called his Mother late in November 2004. She told me he was killed on 24 August 2004. I grieved for him and his family. Two young girls lost a Father. I went to his grave. His kind parent took me to his gravestone. I said my good bye. I know the old Soldiers were waiting for one more brother to join their company. He will be waiting for me. Soldiers must stay together. Some scars and wounds are for few to understand. His girls are grown up and beautiful. He would be a grandfather. I can see his face with his smile. He would be a happy man to know his girls are beautiful and strong. Remember my friend and so many lost to War. Pray for peace. Pray for the safe return of the soldiers. Pray for the people in the way of War machine that has no conscious. Coyote John Castellenas 18 August 2009 © 2011 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on April 20, 2010Last Updated on August 26, 2011 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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