Richard McClellan Poems

Freedom,
defined by force,
to die for the cause,
is what the soldier supports,
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I am sitting all alone-tonight, weary, sad and blue.

Thinkin of the past my dear, and how I'm missing you,
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How do I commence speaking,
of someone that I not know?
my heart aches for them,
to be my fountain of love so,
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Bread, Bread, a staff of life,
taking your flour,
an makin' some dough,
with the dough, sticky and smooth,
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There is no reverse,
in the transmission of life,
while you can look back,
an wish you were young again,
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Stabbed in my heart
my blood's oozing out,
drippin n' tricklin,
it's poolin on the ground,
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My love, I miss you so,
fo' in my heart,
the emotion of you fills me,
[with you] wrapping up my soul,
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On twenty four July of eighty five,
a Trailways bus I did ride,
the destination of Jackson [Basic Training],
a new life for me,
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No matter how misconstrued,
one may be taken,
a gentle heart,
will never change,
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Sitting alone,
just my thoughts with me,
my mind is blank,
no good thoughts I see,
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