Tuesday, February 4, 2014

I Am a Warrior

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I AM A WARRIOR
By Jeanne M. Mirabito
I am a warrior
I tramp through mud and snow
 To find the beating hearts that wait for me.
I fight for those who need me
And pray for those beyond my reach.
My body bears scars most cringe to see.
My bones ache for warmth in bitter cold.
The sun blisters my skin.
But the visible in no way equal the wounds to my heart,
The pain in my soul.
I am a warrior.
I have seen the battles with death.
I have cried for the lost and rejoiced in life renewed.
I have witnessed the proud equine humbled for a friend,
play with wild abandon and drop her head for a child’s kiss.
I have watched the strong grow weak, the young grow old
And the last of life drain from muscled flesh.
My life is laid out before me. My mission is clear.
The cost is high but the rewards are grand.
I am at peace when touched with soft muzzle, warm breath,
and held dear in liquid eyes.
For this I shall fight until the lost herd thunders to my rescue
And we fly away together into the night.
I am a warrior.

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