More courage per square yard
Than on any battleground
Can be found here
At the rehab center, every day –
People with no use for guns,
Their primal tool a steel will,
Determining to keep on living,
Step by step by step;
And if steps do not prove possible,
Hand over painful hand,
Or with the aid of levers, wheels,
Whatever living may require.
When tossing a balloon
Lightly through the air
Within a ring of gentle smiles
Becomes sweet triumph,
I’ll sing that triumph
Louder, prouder,
Than for any general
Parading down Main Street.
©2010 By John I. Blair
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