On May 15, the National Veterans Awareness Ride participants visited the VA Hospital in Cheyenne. The ride begins in California and culminates in Washington DC on Memorial Day in remembrance of all MIAs, POWs, and Veterans who have served their country. Tony & Jan Seahorn were honored as guest speakers. Following is a poem that Jan wrote and dedicated to the riders of the special occasion:
ANGELS OF STEEL
The angels cry when warriors die,
In distant lands where troubles lie.
Where sadness grows with each new day
and sorrow is not far away.
We fly on planes to reach this place
where death abides within its space.
There is no choice where I may fight
I only trust that it be right.
Each day I wake and say a prayer
to keep us safe and in God’s care.
Yet, knowing well some will not live
and others may not soon forgive.
The wop, wop, wop of copter blades
will drop their cargo, then they fade.
Into the distant sky they fly
with lifeless bags inside do lie.
Like steel angels from above
they bring supplies, our families’ love.
And carry wounded from the field
to places where they may be healed.
So many lost, did not return,
Their final end we’ve never learned.
For years we looked without success,
perhaps today they are at rest.
The scars remain within my soul
that haunts my mind and leaves a hole.
Where once the innocence of youth
was buried by the wrath of Zeus.
The bloody battles the heart must bear,
the mind cannot forget the terror.
But life goes on and must exist
for strength and honor to persist.
Across our country warriors ride
on bikes of steel with humbled pride,
To honor those who gave so much
and not forget the world they’ve touched.
The flag of glory they carry high
Through miles and miles of endless sky,
Reminding all of freedom’s costs,
this hallowed message must not be lost.
And angels cry when warriors die,
In distant lands where troubles lie.
They hold the hope that peace will be
through freedom and democracy.
Janet J. Seahorn, Ph.D
www.tearsofawarrior.com
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