Sgt.Shifty Powers Poetry Collection

The Hills of Bastogne

The crop shall be full in Belgium next year,
The soil should be fertile, but the price has been dear.
The wheat should be red on the hills of Bastogne.
For its roots have been drenched with the blood of our own.

Battered and reeling we stand in their way.
It's here we are, and here we'll stay.
Embittered, wrathful, we watch our pals fall.
God, where is the end? The end of it all?

Confident and powerful they strike at our lines.
But we beat them back, fighting for time.
Berserk with fury, they are hitting us now
flesh against steel, we'll hold, but how?

For each day that we stay, more Mothers must grieve.
For each hill we hold, more men must we leave.
Yes, honor the men who someday come home,
But pray for the men, 'neath the hills of Bastogne.

 

Let us pause and reflect,
On a battle we'll never forget....
Twas December of '44,
All our troopers were at war....

Tested on OVERLORD and MARKETGARDEN,
Scrreaming Eagles, toned and hardened....
Fought their way to the Ardennes,
Never pausing to take a rest....

Knocking hard on Hitler's gate,
Paratroopers would seal his fate....
Twas their job to protect,
Bastogne's borders from conquest....

German armies had amassed,
This breakthrough would be the last....
To reach the Meuse, to tighten the noose,
To strangle the allies on the loose....

Artillery pounded day and night,
All of Belgium shook with fright....
Twas a mistake, the Germans thought,
Defending Bastogne, all would be lost....

"Send the message", their General said,
"Surrender now or you'll be dead...."
The 101st don't have a chance,
All will die by the Nazi lance....

Fighting sleep and the bitter cold,
The 101st would surely fold....
Low on supplies and ammunition,
They'd surrender without condition....

The only thing he didn't consider,
Screaming Eagles would not wither....
Airborne soldiers tried and tested,
Their fighting spirit would not be bested....

General McAuliffe said one word,
They wouldn't believe what they heard....
What is this, "NUTS", he said,
The Germans answered with armor and lead....

Artillery and armor, shells were cracking,
Nazi Infantry were attacking....
Airborne courage was not lacking,
They'd fight like hell and wait for backing....

Holding on to precious ground,
Inflicting damage with every round....
Airborne soldiers fought and bled,
Winter's snow was turning red....

"The Battered Bastards of Bastogne",
Fought like Belgium was their own....
Hold on they did, to turn the tide,
To attack when Patton arrived....

Allied armor to lend a hand,
They chased the Nazi's to Rhineland....
Fighting hard as they went,
Their Airborne spirit would not relent....

Fifty years have come and gone,
Time can't diminish what they have done....
"The Battle of the Bulge", was a hard fought one,
Belgium was free and the war was won....

These Paratroopers of World War II,
Fought like hell and saw it through....
Screaming Eagles who fought and bled,
Their fighting spirit will never be dead....

Let us pause and reflect,
To give them honor and respect....
Our fallen brothers, we'll never forget,
Their sacrifices are part of us yet....

Many crosses stand as a reminder,
Airborne soldiers have never been finer....
Screaming Eagles proud and true,
Defending freedom for me and you....

God bless them all, for what they've done,
Airborne heroes, everyone....
Hitler is finished, the world is free,
Let us celebrate the victory...!
GOD BLESS YOU ALL, AIRBORNE...!


this poem make me cry and stand tall for the brothers in the air

 

"It's easy to be nice, boys
When everything's O.K.
It's easy to be cheerful,
When your having things your way.
But can you hold your head up
And take it on the chin.
When your heart is breaking
And you feel like giving in?​

It was easy back in England,
Among the friends and folks.
But now you miss the friendly hand,
The joys, and songs, and jokes.
The road ahead is stormy.
And unless you're strong in mind,
You'll find it isn't long before
You're dragging far behind.​

You've got to climb the hill, boys;
It's no use turning back.
There's only one way home, boys,
And it's off the beaten track.
Remember you're American,
And when you reach the crest,
You'll see a valley cool and green,
Our country at its best.​

You know there is a saying
That sunshine follows rain,
And sure enough you'll realize
That joy will follow pain.
Let courage be your password,
Make fortitude your guide;
And then instead of grousing,
Just remember those who died."​

 

"Please dear God, just let me soar
O'er green and yellow fields, once more
Where there'll be on dirty clouds of black
Bringing forth the anguished cry of 'flak'.
Where sight of a speck out in the blue,
Will not mean "watch it - fighter or two"
As out of the sun streaks a blazing Hun
To make every man jump, and with a blazing gun.
Endeavor to pay another life
To the devil who started this world strife
If you don't think this too much a boon,
Please dear God, please make it soon.":ac_p51b:

 

I love this one

 

Great poem

 

Very good poem

 

Great poem

 

Amazingnesslessness....

AMazing.