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The Poetry Of Del "Abe" Jones 
From The Book "The World, War, Freedom And More."

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INNOCENCE OF HEROES

We see faces of innocence 
Upon our nations' youth - 
But they've the hearts of heroes 
When it comes to Liberty and Truth.

Young men and women of the Service 
Standing straight and proud and tall - 
Ready to fight for Freedom - 
Ready to give their all.

Those faces of innocence 
Will return, all, world-wise - 
Still looking young in body - 
But lifetimes' knowledge in their eyes.

There are some who will come home 
To grieving families and friends - 
Just a memory to those loved ones 
Whose loss never really ends.

Yet those faces of innocence 
And those young heroes' hearts 
Will come of age once more 
With dreams each new life imparts.

Another generation born 
To this world of war and strife - 
Searching for the elusive answer 
To lasting peacetime in their life. 
Why must this crazy world 
Breed such pain and misery? 
When will the human race Let young innocence be?

'Guess there will always be a madman 
Who is filled with hate and greed - 
Who will force himself on others 
And plant that killing seed.

And there will always be 
Those young heroes who will fight - 
Who will leave their innocence behind 
For what they know is right. 

THE VIET NAM VET

It's a very unique club - 
I see it everywhere - 
I see man embracing man - 
A tear that says, "I care!".

There's a special look in eyes 
That words cannot explain - 
I see joy for this life - 
Sometimes the living pain.

There's a camaraderie 
That's very rare these days - 
They let it show without shame 
In so many different ways.

I wasn't there, (thank the Lord.) 
So I can't really know - 
I can only sense and feel 
Those things which I see show.

The patience, understanding - 
Which only they can feel - 
There is something very special 
And something very real.

WHO'DA THOUGHT IT?

A man with one leg - 
Another, crippled, bent Should remind us what it costs - 
And just how much was "spent" 
Not in dollars and sense(?) 
But in lives and misery - 
Things those of us safe at home 
Didn't want to see - 
We watched it on the "tube" 
Just like it was some John Wayne show - 
And how lucky we were 
We will never, ever know - 
We sat in our easy chairs 
Sipping a cold beer - 
Switching channels, war to football 
So we could root and cheer 
For our favorite teams
(Some games we won't forget) 
But easily pushed from our minds 
Was the Viet Nam War Vet - 
It's a little better now - 
Some are starting to care - 
Trying to understand 
Problems brought home from there - 
It was a different war - 
Just ask those who fought it - 
You might learn about some things 
And say, "I'da never thought it."

BETTER LATE THAN NEVER

They went across the ocean 
To fight in that Asian war - 
On behalf of freedom, justice 
For peoples of that foreign shore.

More than fifty-eight thousand men 
Faced wars' reality - 
Bravely sacrificed their lives 
So that others might be free.

Most of them were very young - 
And now, it seems such a waste - 
That war accomplished nothing 
And has left a bitter taste.

Those who did survive came home 
To a country which turned away - 
We didn't know how to greet them - 
We didn't know what to say.

They came home to a nation 
That said it didn't care - 
Said it didn't want to know about 
What went on over there.

The tide is finally turning - 
Don't you think it's about time 
We gave some praise to all of those 
Who laid their life on the line?

PAUSE A MOMENT

Friends and family gather 
For Independence Day - 
We'll celebrate our freedom 
And the American way.

They'll be picnics in the park - 
And fireworks in the sky 
As some salute "Old Glory" 
With a teardrop in their eye.

There's some who can't be with us - 
They died in some foreign land - 
For when Liberty was threatened 
They heard the call and made their stand.

So, as we reap the harvest 
Of the great American dream - 
Let's pause a moment, thank those 
Who paid the price, supreme.

INDEPENDENCE DAY

In the year of 1776 
That paper was decreed - 
They were tired of oppression 
And wanted to be freed .

They wrote a Declaration 
So the whole world would see - 
This was, "the home of the brave 
And the land of the free". 

They signed that piece of parchment 
The leaders of this land - 
Knowing, divided they would fall 
But, together they could stand.

A new world lay before them 
Untamed from shore to shore - 
They swore the would protect it
If it meant going to war.

Battles have been fought - 
And many lives have been lost - 
So sad something so basic 
Has such a high, high cost.

'Seems freedom is a luxury 
There's some would bind us all - 
Like then, together, we can stand 
But divided, we will fall. 

More than two hundred years 
Have past by since that day 
That each of us celebrate 
In our own different way.

We should be proud and thankful 
Pay our share of the cost - 
Not take freedom for granted 
For it easily could be lost.

TWO FOR ONE

Just a piece of parchment paper
With words formed by a quill ink pen 
That begin with, "We, the people." 
Includes Amendments One through Ten.

That ink has dried two centuries - 
Its' words though still crisp and clear 
And we should celebrate their writing 
More than each, hundredth year.

They give us each the life we live - 
Provide our priceless liberty 
That more than any place on Earth 
There is a land where one is free.

On July the Fourth we celebrate Our Freedoms' Declaration 
But the American Constitution's What really made this nation.