Our Side of the Wall: Patriotic and Inspirational Poetry from an Unusual Perspective

By Brian B. Hawthorne

The thing that every soldier here,

Would say is short and sweet,

Go live your life but learn as well,

Don't make this scene repeat.

If there were one thing I would say,

I'd say it with a shout!

This wall's not here to keep us in.

It's there to keep you out.

Bobby G. Wells .

• Language: English
• Publisher: LitPrime Solutions
• Release date: Oct 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9798887030630

Brian B. Hawthorne

Bobby G. Wells, writing as Brian B. HawthorneBrian Hawthorne lives with his wife and two children in Maryland. One of those "quiet types" that you would never suspect.As an avid reader and Science Fiction fan, he is following a prescription written by Dr. Isaac Asimov; that any reader, after long enough, will want to write.To that end, he writes for his own entertainment, and that of his readers. With creative exuberance, he tells of relationships, ingenious conveniences, and stubborn human behaviors

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Published by LitPrime Solutions 10/17/2022

ISBN: 979-8-88703-061-6(sc)

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ISBN: 979-8-88703-063-0(e)

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Contents

Our Side of the Wall

Someone

Party Dance

A Walk With God

A Weeping of Stones

Among The Dead

Home

I Am Water

Puppets Descending

Scarlet Dreams

Shadows

Second Stage

Sharing

Solace

The Glass Half Full

The Heart is a Fist-Sized Organ

The Cabin Window

Rain

Why Have I Been Weeping?

With My Shield, Or On It

You Watch The Moon

Why Is Your Face So Wrinkled, Grandma?

Gnarled

From The Cave

Fog Flowers

From The Not So Blue

Grounded!

When All Is Sad And Dun

We Saved A Seat

Ash Dream

A Thank You Note

A Mother Is ...

Album Pages

At Sunset

Being A Kid

Behold, I Stand at the Door

At Bottom

Before There Was Dirt

Between

Blue Against The Gray

Bridges

When Nature is the Sculptor...

Last Fall

World Class

Long Walk Day

Life Is Like A Caravan

Lost In Macy’s

A Well Of Joy

Dawn Rainbow

Discomfort

Dark of Night

Distance

Down on the Road

Doohickey

Eyes Lift Up

Faded Flags

Flowers From The Garden

Flowers

Free Admission

Glory Bee

His Good Time

His Hand In Mine

Waiting in the Wings

What I Wanted To Be

The Fog

The Hours I Keep

Candle of Dreams

The Last Goodbyes

The Middle Distance

The Inventor of the Bagpipe

The New Job

A Difficult Season

A Home’s Heart

Ante Up

Bent Icicles

Boy

But Today

The Crysalis

The Cotton Wagon

Why Were My Hopes So Hidden?

When Bobby Was Seven

I Only Want ...

As Long As I Live

Only Fourteen Years

Show Me More!

Reflections

Our Side of the Wall

The souls of heroes are laid down,

Like bricks in ordered rows,

To make a wall, an edifice,

A structure that still grows.

Upon this side, stern silence reigns,

The code of fallen men,

It takes a focused feeling to,

Receive our thoughts again.

The thing that every soldier here,

Would say is short and sweet,

Go live your life but learn as well,

Don’t make this scene repeat.

If there were one thing I would say,

I’d say it with a shout!

This wall’s not here to keep us in.

It’s there to keep you out.

Bobby G. Wells . . . . . May 26, 2008

Someone

He is a regular fellow,

In a place he doesn’t belong.

Not that he isn’t welcome there,

But the time and place are wrong.

Anger is the morning meal,

For half the local folks,

And fear makes up his breakfast,

Along with nervous jokes.

The weaponry is out there,

And some of it has your name.

Your courage can control your fear,

But rockets don’t play that game.

And it’s Wham! Bam! Where did that come from?

And fate is looking at me, through the barrel of a gun.

I’m hit! I’m hurt! But I am still alive.

I’m getting myself out of here. Please someone help me drive.

The bomb has landed in me,

It’s safe and warm and snug.

I look around at friends of mine.

I know they want to bug.

They take a breath of courage,

And stand to see me through,

I’d like to think that in their place,

That’s just what I would do.

The Medic knows the danger,

But he’s an angel man.

He knows I’m fighting for my life,

And he’ll do what he can.

And it’s Wham! Bam! Where did that come from?

And fate is looking at me, through the barrel of a gun.

I’m hit! I’m hurt! But I am still alive.

I’m getting myself out of here. Please someone help me drive.

They rush to get me airborne,

A chance no one should take.

But they are men who stood with me,

They do it for my sake.

Well, some may know I’m married,

A father, gonna be.

But others only see the blood,

And take a chance on me.

I’m no one really special,

No different from the rest,

I guess my only role to play,

Is to put them to the test.

And it’s Wham! Bam! Where did that come from?

And fate is looking at me, through the barrel of a gun.

I’m hit! I’m hurt! But I am still alive.

I’m getting myself out of here. Please someone help me drive.

They got me to the clinic.

They got the weapon out.

They took it down the road a piece,

To let it have its shout.

The anger