dirty bootsA Poem by RaeArthurfor my brotherEverywhere i go i see this nation falling to pieces But then theres the ones that always agree and are fighting to put us together. Far from home far from love sacrificing their lives and their future to secure ours. These men and women see no clear skies and comfort but pray that their families do. Dirt on their boots, they fight their way home to see us safe and sound. © 2008 RaeArthurAuthor's Note
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Added on June 21, 2008 Last Updated on June 21, 2008 AuthorRaeArthurPhoenix, AZAboutHi im Rae. I am currently a Senior in High School in Phoenix Arizona. I love to write about anything. I am a raver and i love music and almost everything about life. ~Rae more..Writing
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