Darkhorse, what a world is this,
Darkhorse, what a place to live,
fighting for us where no one can see,
protecting liberties for those even yet to be.

Each night I’ll hold you safely in my dreams
 with words to soothe until you fall asleep,
and I will lay an enchanted cover over you,
to hide you where there are no trees.

Note:  written for 3rd Battalion, 5th Marines – known as Dark Horse.

Poem & Photo by Therese Gramercy, copyright 2010, all rights reserved.