To Far to Matter...

Help from a far

Poem

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Main points

This poem portrays a young poet that had his mind completely opened up by one simple cut. This brings him into the thoughts of war and how useless he is. Towards the end of the poem he takes action. The poet leaves it up to you to decide what he does, either jumps into the action or helps from a far with his writing.
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Lyrics!

I never thought that this is where I'd settle down,

I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown,

They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men, for a job well done,

There's a big white house sits on a hill just up the road,

The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,

They folded up a flag and told my mom and dad, we're proud of your son


[Chorus:]

And I'm proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,

I'm on sacred ground and I'm in the best of company,

I'm thankful for those thankful for the things I've done,

I can rest in peace, I'm one of the chosen ones, I made it to Arlington


I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,

We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,

And when we finally found that cross,

He said, "son this is what it cost to keep us free" Now here I am,

A thousand stones away from him,

He recognized me on the first day I came in,

And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.


[Repeat Chorus]


And everytime I hear twenty-one guns,

I know they brought another hero home to us


We're thankful for those thankful for the things we've done,

We can rest in peace, 'cause we are the chosen ones,

We made it to arlington, yea dust to dust,

Don't cry for us, we made it to arlington

Connection

In the poem is a bout a restless young writer wanting to help on the war front. The Song talks about the peace he has found after the war. I believe the poet is searching for the same since of peace the charter in the song has.

The thoughts of war

The feeling of lost.

The since of the pride you get

The money you make for the rich

The pain of all your brothers on the front line.

These run through your head with each heart beat

These are the feelings of what war really is