It’s already Sunday and I am back from playing hooky. I’ve been absent celebrating 3 years of marriage to the most wonderful man in the world and recharging my batteries. It was a long week… and the death of my 1995 Geo Tracker was the icing on the proverbial cake.
But, back to it, and tonight I’m sharing a wonderful poet named Angela Winfield who made her debut here this month as a special remembrance of 9/11. Here she is again with more wonderful words… find past slams here, and as always, leave your own poetry and comments below.
The Backstage Heroes
By Angela Winfield
We shall never forget you
The men and women on the front lines,
The families of those left behind
The backstage Heroes, not given the time
Of day, a moment of silence
A time we all prayed
You afford a life of freedom and a world of rights
A knight in shining armor, a star among the stripes
But no good deed goes unpunished
It’s too little, too late, the price they paid that day
We shall never forget, those missing in action
And the service of our vets!
Even at our country’s worst you’re at your best!
Thank you for serving and protecting the rest
Of us, we all owe debt
Meaningless in compression to all that you’ve lost,
Thank you for sacrifices made daily, for carrying our cross
At the cost of life and limb
You paid the price that we may live
To you we owe our lives
The freedom to choose, the freedom to fight
You afford a life of freedom and a world of rights
A knight in shining armor, a star among the stripes
And to the families left behind
To the men and women, and babes that cry
You are not alone, your hero lives on
In our memories, in our songs,
In the life we lead and every good deed
You afford a life of freedom and a world of rights
A knight in shining armor, a star among the stripes.
About Angela Winfield:
I was born and raised in Anchorage, Alaska and lived there until my early thirties. In November of 2011 the Air Force moved my husband and three children to Niceville, Florida.
From the moment we stepped on the plane and for the past two years everything has gone wrong. Many of my fears came to reality and it was then that I realized, that it’s in my weakness, I am strong.
I am afraid of everything, but what makes me strong, is that I face my fears everyday. I will overcome every time and over and over again if need be. Here I was faced with: new cultures a boggy environment, bugs that look like a cross between a large cockroach and Satan, loss of family income, a potential divorce and death and my past. I have never felt closer to my potential.
For me, Niceville has become the beauty and the beast metaphor that is my life. It was here in that I rediscovered my love of writing and my passion to become an influential, published author. I have written two children’s books and am in the process of publishing them both. I have written poetry and submitted song lyrics to the International Song Writers Competition and have other projects on the burners.
