WEIRD'S
WORK
Weird
aka
Wm. Robert Stanley Sr.
A/229th
Mar 68 -Jul. 68 Black Bandit 13
B/229th
Jul. 68 - Mar. 69 Killer Spade 13
13th
CAB, 164th Gp, Oct. 70/71, Guardian 9
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"WEIRD"
| God rendered all hands and wood | Emblems and symbols he did rend | The brothers he faithfully serves |
| Which the Creator made for good | To help his brothers hearts to mend | Languish in their small, staid preserves |
| With character and compassion | Peace comes to those with time to wait | Thinking of times and friends gone by |
| To make beauty in its fashion. | Who, fortune, gave the twist of fate | As they seek their private place to cry |
| Trees milled into family homes | To recall and live days on, | €śIt€™s only wood€ť some folks might say |
| Men made wars to hold their own | That brothers miss who long have gone | Just a token of bygone days. |
| Blood ran hot to hold the land | Gray beards, bald pates, aged hands that touch | But to the ones who risked it all, |
| By the pain of warring hands. | Wood pieces meaning , oh, so much | It marks their honored walk so tall |
| Peace comes when the hearts are tired | But looking, touching, holding near | Who raised up hearts from their great fall |
| It graces us with guns cease fire | Provokes the recall of endeared | And pledged their souls to give of all, |
| Then comes rest and ease and love. | Who, breathe no more, and shed no tear | If one is wont to think it weird, |
| The eagle rests, God works the dove | At life€™s sore trials suffered here. | They€™ve yet to learn of our endeared |
| Some who fought live in that past | A simple man sends out his heart | Hands hold wood that brings them near |
| Of guns that flamed and men who passed | To ease the anguish and the start | To those who overcame their fear |
| The test of courage, and cold fear | Of mending that old cloth of souls, | To do what lesser ones turned down |
| Those times rest in the past€™s dropped tear | Rent near to naught in days of old. | And proudly wear the warrior€™s crown. |
| And one who claimed his timely rite | Weird marks this shining angel€™s heart | Weird, I hardly ever think |
| tTo join the harsh and craven fight | When serving death got him his start | Describes a man who takes a drink |
| Laid hands to wood to ease his pain | His art and grace has not a cost | Of life in death€™s own neighborhood |
| Helping his mates recall their fame | As he heals souls that once were lost | And gifts a piece of his sweet wood |
| 1998 R.L.Huber |
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