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1: Heroes Poems collected by: Mason Strom | Stillwater, Oklahoma. 11/23/2009
2: Table of Contents Hero Standing Guard The Soldier The Final Inspection A fireman's life When heros fall Psalms 56 11-13 Psalm 55 16-19 Heroes are here Chance Encounter One Reassuring Teacher What Do I Remember? Granddad
3: Hero By: Skillet I'm just a step away I'm a just a breath away Losing my faith today Falling off the edge today I am just a man not superhuman Someone save me from the hate I need a hero to save me now I need a hero to save my life A hero to save me just in time Who's gonna fight for what's right? Who's gonna help us survive? We're in the fight of our lives And we're not ready to die Who's gonna fight for the weak? Who's gonna make 'em believe? I've got a hero living in me | This song is talking about how people are always in need of a hero. Someone they can count on. Someone who will stand up for what is right or what they believe. Even though people don't always see it, everyone can be a hero. There is always a hero living in us all. | insiderevolution.net
4: Standing Guard By: Michael Marks The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, my daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree, I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep in perfect contentment, or so it would seem. So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eye when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, and I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. | A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts, to the window that danced with a warm fire's light then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night" "Its my duty to stand at the front of the line, that separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December," then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red white and blue... an American flag. "I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home, I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat, I can carry the weight of killing another or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers who stand at the front against any and all, to insure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone. To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled is payment enough, and with that we will trust. That we mattered to you as you mattered to us.
5: I can carry the weight of killing another or lay down my life with my sisters and brothers who stand at the front against any and all, to insure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you love us, and never forget To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone. To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, to know you remember we fought and we bled is payment enough, and with that we will trust. That we mattered to you as you mattered to us. | I liked this poem because it reminds people that we are being fought for all the time. I liked that the poem took place on Christmas Eve. It shows how soldiers never take a day off. That the armed forces are fighting everyday, all the time, in rain, sleet, and snow. The author of this poem uses great imagery. Which makes the poem easier and more fun to read. news.bbc.co.uk
6: The Soldier By: Brenda Jean Baker How does a soldier feel fighting a war? Does he always know what he is fighting for? Maybe he knows but doesn't understand, why he is alone in a faraway land. Like so many others he is there for a cause, And like the rest he doesn't pause. He has a job that he does well, even as his best friend beside him fell. How does he feel when he hears the news, of violent protests from the ignorant few? His shame is great, the pain goes deep he feels compassion for the dead at his feet. Rioters can boast and carry signs, about the war that has shook our time. But when the call comes for them to go, they burn their draft cards and make a show. How can a soldier be proud of his land, when this type of people make a stand? How can we show him we are glad he is there, fighting for freedom and the ones who care? War is unfair in any way of life, and all involved must pay the price. But the soldier is proud to keep us free, stop and think.......... Shouldn't you be? | I liked this poem because it relates to life in America right now. In the poem the author talks about people protesting the war, and how we should be honoring our troops, not shaming them for there courage. In America right now tons of people are protesting just like in the poem. The poem has a good message. The message is that even if you don't agree with the war you should still respect our soldiers because they are risking their lives for you everyday. | http://jrenseyblog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/soldier-and-flag.jpg
7: The Final Inspection Author Unknown The policeman stood and faced his God, which must always come to pass. He hoped his shoes were shining just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, policeman. How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you been true?" The policeman squared his shoulders and said, "No Lord I guess I ain't. Because those who carry badges can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was rough... And sometimes I've been violent because the streets are awful tough. But I never took a penny that wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills got just too steep. And I never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear. And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears. 1.bp.blogspot.com http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqJUDIJBLNA/Sqo__enzUmI/AAAAAAAACYM/Yj52bnZB0Zk/s400/9-11policeman.jpg http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yqJUDIJBLNA/Sqo__enzUmI/AAAAAAAACYM/Yj52bnZB0Zk/s400/9-11policeman.jpg
8: I know I don't deserve a place among the people here. They never wanted me around except to calm their fear. If you've a place for me here, Lord, it needn't be so grand. I never expected or had too much, but if you don't...I'll understand." There was silence all around the throne where the saints had often trod, as the policeman waited quietly for the judgment of his God. "Step forward now, policeman. You've borne your burdens well. Come walk a beat on heaven's streets. You've done your time in hell." | I liked this poem because of the main character, the police officer. He is so kind and humble when he is at the gates of heaven. A very powerful moment of the poem is when the police officer is going through his life. You really start to care about the officer and hope that God takes him in. The AB AB rhyme scheme makes the poem very easy and fun to read.
9: A Fireman's Life By: Daniel S. Driscoll A fireman's life is one big surprise, Usually he laughs, sometimes he cries. There's always stress, toil and strife, Hoping he's good enough to save just one life. His wife understands, when he misses dinner, If he runs out of church, don't think he's a sinner. Answering a call, is tops on his list, Regretting each one he's ever missed. | afajournal.org
10: He tries and tries, but can't make us see, The happiest men, still work for free. Jumping from bed, fighting the cold, Knowing what to do, without being told. He rushes to the station, jumps on a truck. Depending on skill, never on luck. Putting his life on the line, for an unknown friend, Hoping and praying, it won't be the end. "The Bravest Men in the World", the title is fitting, They all do their best, never come close to quitting. Next time you see them, all their lights blinking, Take just a minute, to think what they're thinking. It's a hard job, so show them you care, And help them out, with a little prayer.
11: This poem reminded me of the poem " The Final Inspection" because of the simularities between main characters. In both poems the main character is selfless. Both poems are set up in the AB AB rhyme scheme. In both poems the main characters life involves God. IN " The Final Inspection" the policeman is asking for acceptance into heaven, and in this poem, the fireman needs people to pray for him.
12: When Heros fall By: 2pac when ur hero falls when ur hero falls from grace all fairy tales are uncovered myths exposed & pain magnified the greates pain discoverd you taught to be stong but im confused to see u so week you said never give up and it hurts to see u welcome defeat when ur hero falls, so do the stars and so does the perception of tomorrow without my hero, there only me alone to deal with my sorrow ur heart ceases to work and all ur soul isnt happy at all what r u expected to do when ur only hero falls? | Response: I can connect with this poem because my granddad was my hero. When he passed away three years ago i was not sure what to do. I can connect to all the feelings that are portrayed in this poem. Sadness, anger, shock, I felt them all. It is hard to know what to do when your hero falls. | http://arkansasmatters.com/media/jpg/soldier_casket2009-04-06-1239024504.jpg
13: Psalms 56 11-13 I praise God for what he has promised; Yes, I praise the Lord for what he has promised. I trust in God, so why should I be afraid? What can mere mortals do to me? I will fulfill my vows to you, O God, and will offer a sacrifice of thanks for your help. For you have rescued me from death; you have kept my feet from slipping. So now I can walk in your presence, O God. in your life-giving light. | Response: I like this verse because it reminds us all that God is looking out for us. I can relate to this verse because there have been many times that I came to God for comfort when I was afraid or upset. I carry this verse in my wallet everyday, just in case I need some guidance to help me get through my day. This verse also lets us know that the lord has promised to take care of us. Knowing that there is someone out there who has made a promise to look out for you is a very powerful feeling.
14: Psalm 55 16-19 But I will call on God, and the Lord will rescue me. Morning, noon, and night I cry out in my distress, and the Lord hears my voice. He ransoms me and keeps me safe from the battle raged against me. | Response: This is a great bible verse because it puts my mind at rest. It is saying that even though we are not perfect people. God will always be there to catch us if we fall. When we call for him for help he answers. No matter what time of day or night, God is always here.
15: Heroes Are Here By: Marshall ball Someone whose feelings begin with no fear is a hero. Feelings need to listen to good thoughts. When feelings are quiet we can listen to God. | Response: I liked this poem because of the authors story. It was written by a a thirteen-year-old boy named Marshall Ball. Marshall was born mute and can not walk on his own. He is incredibly gifted child who writes all his poetry through a translator. Marshall points to a letter on his special alphabet board and the translator writes it down. The fact that he has so many handicaps and yet he is so wise, always amazes me.
16: Chance Encounter By: Annie Perryman This country sees pain and grief, But love has tied us together. Hate tries to destroy, But love conquers. Hate tries to separate us, But love is stronger. Hate tries to kill, But love lives. http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kmbyaPPBCV4/SlxdJhhuEgI/AAAAAAAAARY/LMGq5PYL4Ck/S668/911.jpg | The thing that makes this poem stand out is that it was written by a little girl in Oregon after 9-11. When the all of the country was morning the loss of our fellow Americans. This little girl was writing to help us cope with this disaster. When 9-11 happened, I was too young to understand what was happening. Now that I am older I realize it's severity. This little girl was so right when she wrote this poem. The terrorists tried to break America apart. In reality they only brought us closer.
17: One by: Sawyer As the soot and dirt and ash rained over us, We became one color. As we carried each other down the stairs of the burning building, We became one class. As we lit candles of hope and remembrance, We became one generation. As the firefighters and police officers fought their way into the inferno, We became on gender. As we fell to our knees in prayer and strength, We became one faith. As we whispered or shouted words of encouragement, | We spoke on language. As we gave our blood in lines a mile long, We became one family. As we cried tears of rage and grief, We became one soul. As we shared with pride the sacrifice of heroes, We became one people. We are One color, One class, One generation,One gender, One faith, One language, One body, One family, One soul, One people. We are the Power of One. We are United. We are America
18: When America was attacked by terrorist on September 11th, they thought they had destroyed America. The important message from this poem, is that it did not break us apart, It built us up. Those brave people who went into the fire were no longer fire department, police department, doctors, solders. They were brave, they were heroes, they were one. The unity that connected all those brave individuals helped save thousands of lives. The points that were brought up in this poem about our countries unity makes it a great poem.
19: Reassuring Teacher By: Marshall Stewart Dominion is knocking ever presently. kissing beautiful directed people. Kindly accept courageous expectations. Jesus did fulfill expectations courageously and beautifully. Jesus carefully fulfilled expectations in the dominating realm of the heart, healing and glorifying God in all his fulfillments, teaching courageously. | The author of this poem really just wants to be a teacher to people of all ages. He wants to show people that even though you are handicapped does not mean that you can't be brilliant and successful. Marshall enjoys teaching and likes to inspire people. I think that him inspiring people and taking such a positive view of his disability, makes Marshall a hero.
20: Warning!!!!! The following poems may cause vomiting, fever, loss of apatite, internal bleeding, epileptic censures, heart attack, stroke, and bleeding to the eyes and ears. Do not read these poems if you are nursing, pregnant, or may become pregnant.
22: What do I remember? by: Mason Strom What do I remember about my Granddad’s death? I remember watching my little brother play baseball and hearing my Mom’s phone ring, and her bursting into tears. I remember going to the hospital and seeing what I never thought I’d see, my dad crying. I remember walking into the hospital room and being in complete shock and disbelief. Thinking that there is no way the man lying so peacefully in his bed was the man that used to never stop moving. I remember walking up to the bed and grabbing his hand, praying that some how he would squeeze back just one
23: last time. I remember his funeral. How everyone was hugging me and telling me everything will be okay. But how would it be? How can your world be okay when your hero is gone? I remember his burial. How the wild flowers, from the land he worked so hard on, covered his casket. How it seemed that along with my idol, my heart went also into the grave. I remember lying in bed that night. Thinking of all the good memories I had with my Granddad. I realized that even though he was gone physically he could still live on through me. I live my life always trying to make my Granddad proud. Even though my hero has fallen, he still does amazing things through me.
24: Granddad When I watched you as a kid, hoping that one day I would be strong enough to join you out in the pasture or When I watched you lead the thanksgiving prayer, your voice strong and dark as the night itself I say when I watched you lying on the hospital bed so peacefully still that I swore you were just sleeping I stand up as the man you taught me to be I stand up | h ttp://www.steerinc.com/Farmer4.jpg
25: About the Author Mason Strom is a 16 year old student at Stillwater High School. In his free time Mason likes hanging out with his friends, watching movies, and free running. Mason plays the french horn in the band, and is one of the founders of the free running club at Stillwater High.
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