Semper Fi original poem by Jim Barger

Semper Fi

We’ve lost part of America today
As soldiers answered their call
Afghanistan field crosses stand
Brave warriors until they fall

A message now delivered
Dress blues at the door
A gold star family now weeps
Men and women of the corps

Twenty years they sacrificed
For freedom they fought and died
Americans are so proud of you
You fill our hearts with pride

Stand tall all the veterans
For your mission was complete
Politicians of our country
Are the ones who suffer defeat

We will fly our colors forever
As we look toward the sky
And stand at attention
For gold star families Semper Fi

A new gold star ‘s been added
To God’s heaven for your reward
Placed there by fellow marines
Marching with their sword
Jim Barger USMC ©

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13 thoughts on “Semper Fi original poem by Jim Barger”

  1. Great poem, Jim!! Writing poetry is something that I’ve always wanted to do but could never master. I love all forms of poetry and really envy you for your ability. My favorite poet is T.S. Eliot, sometimes very difficult to understand. From now on my second favorite poet will be Jim Barger. Semper Fi!!!

  2. Jim,
    A beautiful piece.
    As the wife of a Marine and Vietnam vet (68-69), the actions in Afghanistan brought back what happened in Vietnam, I never thought those mistakes would happen again, the head military should resign and hang their heads in shame and the fools in the White House should be tried for sedition and treason! Abandoning Americans to God knows what.
    BUT, as far as our young men and women who were doing their job, they should hold their heads high and know that we appreciate their service .God Bless them all.

  3. To my brothers and sisters, you said it all eloquently well as usual so there is nothing more to be said. Well done Marines, Semper Fi, 56-59 3rd Division

  4. Jim – I came across this poem while reading this morning. Thought you might like to see it, hope you enjoy:

    “Graves of the Ocean”
    by Horatius Bonar

    Done now with peril and with toil,
    They sleep the blessed sleep.
    The last wild hurricane is o’er;
    All silent now life’s thunder-roar,
    All quiet now the wreck-strewn shore;
    ’Tis we, not they, who weep.

    Who dies in Christ the Lord dies well,
    Though on the lonely main;
    As soft the pillow of the deep,
    As tranquil the uncurtained sleep
    As on the couch where fond ones weep;
    And they shall rise again.

    Semper Fi!!!

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