From Sea to Shore
Poetry of A Soldier
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Three kids on a hilltop
Waving at me
Three kids on a hilltop waving at me
It’s hard not to look, to feel what I see
Three kids on a hilltop waving at me
As I pass their hands goes up automatically
Like an assembly line one after the other, but no job security
Running, smiling, screaming at me
Thank you, thank you for saving me
It’s hard not to feel what I see
Three kids on a hilltop waiving at me
Driving down this dusty, choking road
Stuck in one gear, stuck in one mode
Tired and restless, it’s hard for me to see
But I can still focus on the small tiny hands that wave at me
Like when I left to protect, my own child’s hand clutching me
hurting every time I see
Three kids on a hilltop waving at me
Small, like the children that I bore
They are but one reason that I
came here for
The feeling I keep inside, I dare not release
But it hard to ignore the three kids on a hilltop waving at me
Age of man
Darkness
The Lord said light and it was
I am He, made in His image, feet of
bronze hair of wool
Son of Sons of Adam and Eve given a free will of choice to conceive
To be one and the same, free will, individual thought my right by Him
The caveman, creative thought found on the walls
Pictures, hieroglyphics, at this time seemed small
From the time of Moses parting the Red Sea
Kings and pharaohs, titans that be, always one trying to enslave the others
that are meant to be free
Given laws, commandments to live by, and another chance
Take it, not man chose to drink, fornicate, party and dance
Given a way out, cleanse the earth a flood would be
Sent another time His only Son would die for me
From the stars Orion, to the seas of Poseidon
The age of man would follow,
From pilgrims falling on Plymouth Rock
To enslaving, blacks with chains and locks
Always trying to be superior to the other
But I am He, made in His image, your father, your son, your brother
Wanting more, than that is needed by one man, race, color or creed
As in World War 2 when the Jews were freed
Martin Luther King 39 years fought for freedom to reign
In the kingdom of life, he would bring
People of all kinds together to see differences that don’t matter
I am He made in His image; you can never take that away! Never!
Technology, ideology, science, people would trade for faith
Man, poor man once again his own people he would rape
Putting people in classes to count like cattle to sheep
Instead of being my shepherd, I would once again learn to weep
For the children that would become either our greatest wealth
Or I newest tragedies
I am you, and you are He, made in His image can’t you see
Man, smart given the power of intellect, at one point we all started with the
same dialect
All this you knew before I said it, somewhere it’s written and I know you read
it.
If man’s choice is chemical, biological, nuclear
weapons of war to sever the link
The fate of man is written, and the choice is to be no more and extinct!
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About the Book
Poetry can inspire and uplift. It can excite and
motivate, evoke feelings of melancholy and reflection. St. Paul to the Philippians wrote: “Believe
all things, hope all things, endure many things, and hope to endure all
things. If there is anything of good
report or praiseworthy, seek after these things.” Sgt. Bailey’s poems invite the reader to reflect on and caress
each word. Feel his passion in the
pages that follow.
Maria Eberle
About the Author
Life experiences can help shape who we are. We can
become victims of bad situations and wallow in self-pity or we can be survivors
and become someone’s hero.
Sgt. Tarry Bailey is that hero.
Growing up in the 1970’s in Louisville, Kentucky was
uneventful in itself, but being the tenth child in his family made things a
little more interesting. He and his
brother were one of the two sets of twins his mother gave birth to. Life was
not easy but his mother did her best to see to it that her children had what
they needed.
His calling in life came early. He had seen many
pictures of his father in a Navy uniform and knew that is what he was meant to
do. Ballard High School gave him the opportunity to join in the Navy-Delayed
Entry Program and after graduation he was in the Navy. Sgt Bailey then Petty Officer 3rd Class
Bailey served aboard the USS Independence CV-62. The USS Independence was
called to the Gulf Region in support of Operation Desert Shield/Desert Storm.
He served honorably as a Radioman.
After attending college Sgt. Bailey felt that the
pull of patriotism was too strong and joined another branch of the military.
This time the Army had called. In December of 1999 after completing basic
training at Ft. Benning, GA. and school at Ft Gordon, GA, he was assigned to 1st
Battalion, 1st Aviation Regiment 4th Brigade. While
assigned to the Gunfighters, he was deployed to Macedonia/Kosovo in support of
Operation Joint Guardian, Opcon to Nato, Task Force Falcon(3rd
Brigade). When his tour of duty with
the Gunfighters was completed, he then joined the 101st Airborne
Division (Air Assault) 2nd Battalion187th Infantry Regiment. While
assigned to the Rakkasan’s he deployed to CJOA Afghanistan in support of
Operation Enduring Freedom.
Sgt Tarry Bailey has earned several awards including
the Army Achievement Medal for coming to the aid of a fellow service member,
the Bronze Star Medal for his combat role in support on the War on Terrorism,
and numerous other commendations and medals.