At the Airport

At the Airport

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freestyle from the pen of a journalist

i met a soldier
i meet lots of soldiers
i see them at the airport
i see them going to war
going on second and third tours
i see them going on leave
and going on special assignments.
 some don’t come back
some come home in a box
with regiment escort
they’re a tough breed
just like me.
 i wanted to be a soldier
and wear the uniform
but the draft missed my number
so i hitch-hiked our country
Canada and to Alaska
then
went out to Kodiak island
where the road ends
in the sea. I just had to go explore i needed some understanding
 it was the 70’s back then
40 years later
I'm writing this story.
all the rules changed
by presidential mandate
look where we are now.
 and there’s a hole in the bottom
of the ocean.   all the water is running out        

  and the soldier remains
strong and proud
with a rifle by his/her side. We are the Boots the world looks to there isn't anyone else so brave or bold

we should have minded our own business it wasn't meant to be

humanity calls and we are the flag ship

we have to sail
in the name of freedom.
 and now I'm just too old
and worn out
but have to work
just the same
to keep my house a home.
 i got Frank Sinatra and the Grateful Dead on my mp3
and my laptop pc has broadband.
server requests time out
so do i.
it’s the price we pay for freedom.
 this isn’t where the rainbow ends.
let’s not fool ourselves.
it’s raining outside
and the sun is out
up there in the sky
in the light of day
and the rain is falling
so are we all too
and my boots are worn
like me.
 so i pick myself up
and walk on.
and the soldier i once was
well he’s gone too
and not coming back.
reality and love hurt.
 the horizon’s utmost boundary
far above the clouds
is nothing but stars
and nebula too.

so i fixed my view
on the moon
this chosen point
with purpose of its own
masquerade
behind the clouds
seemed to dance
in the sky
before the dawn
when the mysterious
is visible
and what you don’t know
begs for answers.
but what do you reply?
greedily life drinks up
our lives
ready to explode them
as we cross the earth
with one too many tire tracks
that leave a trail of memories.

my heart is beating
strong and fast
besides that
everything is fine.
 we’re supposed to keep up with time
but we seem to fall behind.
besides that
everything is fine. 

i grabbed a hand full of earth
and let it slip thru my fingers.
i caught a thought and held on
but had to let it go.
besides that
everything is fine.                                                                                                                                                                so you may ask
what’s next?
besides that
everything is fine.

–scott martin locke

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