The Gift of Peace
Quenten Thomas
The season now is Christmas,
A time of thankful cheer.
Peace our gift is given,
Its silence you can hear.
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For way up in the north tier,
On plains of snowy white.
Deterrence still is working,
Each day and through the night.
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While seldom they’re remembered,
And often times ignored.
The peace they’ve long provided,
For decades past and more.
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Through dry heat days of summer,
And the bitter winters gale.
The peace on earth defended,
For years it has prevailed.
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The work of oh so many,
Throughout these long past years.
Their standard yet unequaled,
By all their other peers.
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While children all are nestled,
So snug and very warm.
Some troop is there protecting,
Their life from evils harm.
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It’s quiet on these winter nights,
The northern lights will shine.
Another blessed Christmas,
There’s Peace for all Mankind.
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First appeared in newsletter of Association of Air Force Missileers. Used with permission of author and AAFM.
See previous post here, for a few thoughts on this poem.