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Sam Steele

Poetry

Say a Prayer or 2

Say a prayer for those soon to be dead For they will not go home smiling They will not hear the bands, See the celebration or relish the glory Say a prayer for those soon to be dead They will not know the pride felt for them Nor enjoy the…
Sam Steele
21st July 2017
Poetry

The Eight Hundred Sixty Three

Eight hundred and sixty three people answered their country’s call Eight hundred and sixty three soldiers were destined that day to fall In the brutal style of combat their death came and it was violent Their guns so keenly polished too early that day they fell silent All along the…
Sam Steele
11th November 2015
Poetry

The Note

Duty called today – So I’m sorry I won’t make it to dinner tonight. Kiss the kids goodnight for me and tell them I am sad that I can’t be there to tuck them in. I won’t be there for the parent’s night either. I hope it goes well. Send…
Sam Steele
18th March 2015
Poetry

Intelligence & Authority

I have no right to say no, Make sure you are right to say go. So, apply your intelligence, So you can use your authority, To do what is right. Don’t lie about intelligence, So you can abuse your authority, To use your might.
Sam Steele
18th March 2015
Poetry

Four Ten Thousandths of One Percent

I don’t want you to remember me every day of the year I don’t intend that your life is impacted I don’t hope you spend more time thinking of me then your loved ones I don’t crave a reminder on every street Please enjoy your freedom Discover new passions Laugh…
Sam Steele
17th March 2015
Poetry

He Turned Into a Monument

With sad eyes I gaze down upon my comrades. I see them everywhere. A hospital bed plays host to a friend in a coma, or worse awake, but immobile. Fixed to the bed like a monolith encased in its foundations. Still. Maybe they lie in the soil. Grave after grave.…
Sam Steele
17th March 2015
Poetry

Two Minutes

The time it took me to bleed to death at Vimy. How long I had to hold my comrade while he died on Juno. The time for my compartment to fill with water as we sank in the Atlantic. How long my plane could glide before impact over Korea. Amputation…
Sam Steele
16th March 2015
Poetry

Think

When you send the boys into battle, Send them if you must. But before you make them go there, Make sure the reasons are just. If you think there are reasons for going, And the reasons are worth all the strife, If you think you can pay for the losses,…
Sam Steele
1st January 2006