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Marisa Ruiz
English 250
Poem
Fighting Spirit
Above us in the sky, the ‘iwa cries as it spirals downward to the sea.
The salty air is crispy cool like morning dew in early spring.
Chin up, icy gaze and a hardened face still like ridged stone,
Marching in sync with each heavy stomp of your shiny steel toes
Face the unknown that lie ahead; lead and protect your men at any price
When morale seems dim like the sun setting west, keep strong and fight as a
In all your justice, behind your glory, you are a child in my eyes.
See the anxious eyes and hear the hush whispers in the crowd.
Silent weeps and stifled tears, a baby cries nearby as pulsating emotions rise.
Bittersweet thoughts of your return don’t help shed light to the question.