Our Warriors Dedicate Their Lives To Preserving Our Freedom!
We Must Pray For Our Courageous Soldiers Of Freedom. 
For Years I Have Dedicated My Poetry To Preserving Their 
Memories Of The Wounded, Lost, And Fighting Warriors!
I Dedicate This Webpage to the Courageous Armed Forces!
This Disabled Veteran And Professional Poet Will Always Honor Our Heroes In Her Poetry And Prayers! Jesus Loves You All And Has Made Me A Warrior Poet Too!
God Bless Ya All Of You, Our Courageous Warriors!
May The Lord Watch Over All Of You Always And Keep you Safe!
This Page Is For You All!

Any Of You Warriors Or Warrior Family Is Welcome To Request A Poem For Any Reason For Your Warrior! I Do All Genre Of Poems! I also do warrior website and graveside anything your heart wants for your warrior as you will see I have some tributes here!

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Our Prayer For Our Soldier

Hear my prayer, Dear Lord, this very day,
Watch over my sweet soldier,
In a foreign country across the ocean,
Keep him safe in every way.

When he is lonesome and blue,
Give him a reason to smile,
Letting him know,
His family waits with love ever so true,

When my soldier is feeling ill,
Place your comforting arms about him,
Shielding his innocent body from harm,
As he is sent Your spiritual fill.

When my soldier is weary,
Let Your shoulder be his pillow,
Giving him rest from the harsh day,
As You replenish his diminished energy.

Dear Lord, Hear My Prayer For My Soldier so sweet,
Sending him thoughts of the love his family feels,
While they pray to see him,
Their loving soldier they wait to again greet.

Watch over my soldier, Dear Lord,
Warding any trials of mischief,
Keeping him safe in your haven,
Far from the fingers of terroristic discord.

In Your Name Dear Lord I pray!
Amen

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom

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My Friends And Family, The greatest gift God gives us is our freedom, by leading our veterans and soldiers through the years and now, guiding them through each battle. Today we must honor the ones who have gone on to be with God and also our forefathers too. America was sculptured from rocks and stones to become a majestic country full of pride and caring. At the same time remember that the freedom we hold dear, will continue to lead us onward through every storm.
We must honor our warriors all, our country warriors too, policemen, firemen, emt. and doctors and all who give their one hundred percent in the line of duty too insuring our freedom. We are so quick to forget all those we should honor. So many people give a little part to humanity and serve our country and are never told how great they are. This is my Vision Of Freedom.
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhh
God Bless Ya
Poet Dorothy Sis

Vision Of Freedom

I stand with my hands across my chest,
Gazing upon the untarnished land,
Listening to the sounds of nature,
Hearing not the artillery fire in the distance.

I see the industrious streets, pedestrians to and fro,
Serenity is their walk among the large crowd,
Knowing there will be no perilous mines,
Which would sear their tender feet.

My sight is upon the beautiful horizon,
Where no enemy is waiting to pounce,
There are no sounds of the dying,
As another mortar shell takes innocent lives.

My throat is not constricted from the gunpowder,
Encircling the smoggish air without reprieve.
Instead I smell the wonderful aroma of life,
Encircling my heart with God’s spiritual glow.

My Vision Of Freedom is the benevolent gift,
God has given us in our every sight.
Our soldiers and our veterans are paying the price,
For our liberty we hold dear in our hearts.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom

On Freedom’s Road

Come fly with me over the war torn land,
Warrior and veteran holding out their hand.
Reach out and grasp the true reality,
Where man and freedom became our destiny.

Take a walk along freedoms road,
Where many warriors have left their tragic load.
Blood-soaked earth can never change,
Where many died on the perilous range.

Let us journey on the now trodden pathway,
Where our armed forces are fighting today.
Treading the same footsteps as before, 
On freedom’s road they leave another tragic score.

Reach out your hearts in prayer,
Showing our warriors we still care,
As we travel along freedoms road again,
Watching more battles needed to win.

Come travel on freedoms road with me,
As we gaze upon  future history,
Where warrior and veteran will always together stand,
Fighting across liberty’s land.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom

My Friends and Family, As you sit down this Thanksgiving remember our warriors in prayer and realize the sacrifice they are making and also the dedication of the mother and fathers in this courageous cause for our freedom.
Remember the veterans, who served in the wars past and will forever bear the tortures of war. As you look upon your families and ya see the true blessings, God has bestowed upon you and helping others see that the truest blessings you can give anyone is your love. Each day is a blessing to me and I truly know without God, I wouldn't be writing this poem this very day.
I couldn't think of food this Thanksgiving but of our warriors overseas, marching in the mud and harsh sand burning their eyes, while I sit her in front of my wood stove cozy, dry and warm. This Thanksgiving, be grateful for what you do have and pray for others to have the same.
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhh
Praying For All
God Bless Ya 
Poet Dorothy Sis

Give Thanks For Freedom

On this day the table is laid in war,
Not with turkey and dressing,
But with another hero’s courageous deed.

I hear the spiritual dove a calling,
Another warrior has died,
All for our ultimate freedom we crave.

The land has been tarnished with innocent blood,
Another battle always to be fought,
Until the peace taps once again begin to play.

Give thanks for the freedom we hold close;
For it was tragically bought 
By another mother’s and father’s tear.

Sisters and Brothers let us join hands,
Praying across the nation,
For our Armed Forces in foreign land.

On this Thanksgiving feel such pride,
For our warriors are the sacrifice,
Fighting to regain freedoms torch.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanson
August 27, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia -January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Soldier,
Who Died For Our Freedom

Our warriors are giving their lives, limbs, and sanity to fight for our country. They are paying for the precious price of freedom. Truly they are our heroes. Their families know each second and minute is precious and they know not when they will receive the letter of their warriors’ death or injury.
I dedicate this book to our armed forces now days, fighting for our freedom wherever they may be stationed whether home or other countries.
Love Ya
God Bless Ya, Our Warriors, Our Soldiers, Airmen, Sailors, and all armed forces.
We Love You And Are Proud To Call You Our Family!
Poet Dorothy

Marching To The Battle Cry

The hot searing breath of the sun,
Fails to antagonize the perspiring soldiers,
Bent on saving our country from the threat of terrorism.

Despite the ferocity of the unseen enemy,
They are marching to the battle cry,
Their weapons poised in determination.

Nothing can deter the courageous knights,
Carrying their hope in their breasts,
That someday America will be truly free.

Traveling to many countries on foreign soil,
Our armed forces have made us proud,
Becoming our protective shield from our enemies.

Some will give their sanity, lives, and limbs,
For our freedom’s tragic cost,
In this perilous fight for humanity.

Marching to the battle cry,
Though many victims will be left behind,
All will remember the war against tyranny.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom

 

I made a special promise to a soldier, Forgotten, who served in Afghanistan that his courage and the loss of his comrades would never be forgotten. Today I am honoring this promise with a look at the war through the eyes of another Afghanistan soldier, I studied.
This is just one story I will be doing in this book on Afghanistan and Iraq and wherever this war takes us.
Love Ya 
God Bless Ya
Poet Dorothy

A Day In The Life Of Afghanistan Soldiers

Nervous perspiration drips onto soiled sleeves,
Surrounded their position had been discovered by Taliban militants.
In the night a torrential storm had soaked the bone weary troops,
Still shivering from the cold temperatures of the country.

Hidden in a poppy field, the troop advanced on their bellies,
To avoid a clear shot from the badly trained insurgents.
Automatic gunfire peppers the ground,
Where they are crawling among the poppy plants.

Looking toward a row of mud-walled houses,
They saw a tall tree held a lone sniper.
Barely missing the captain, a rocket propelled grenade,
Exploded killing five soldiers with its shrapnel in another squad..

The deadly missile had come from one of the houses,
Showing that an ambush situation was imminent.
They had been warned this was a high insurgent area,
A real danger to our Afghanistan soldiers on the front line.

It looked like a real perilous journey through the village,
Where the insurgents waited for their planned attack,
The armed Marine convoy arrived on the scene,
Giving our soldiers time to make their desperate escape.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom
Who Died For Our Freedom

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I gazed upon the many soldiers, shopping in Wal-Mart Super Center, the other day. Fort Hood Texas soldiers, returning from the war in Iraq. Many still wore sandy boots, just fresh off the plane. One guy was filling his buggy with toys, expensive toys to celebrate the Christmas late he never had with his family. Another was buying a family bible for his wife and his mother. Many others had many presents of all kinds to give to his family some even new baby equipment. I stopped to tell them welcome home. One guy looked so lost, standing in the flower wreaths aisle. My heart reached out to him so I walked up to him, seeing his tears. He needed some consoling, his boots were spit shined and he was in his Army dress uniform. He told me, his wife and fifteen year old son had died while he was away in a car accident and he had seen so many children blown up as human bombs and so much death only to come home to his own. He was so sad.
My heart went out to this one soldier, who fought freedom but lost everything too. He was looking at the wreaths and deciding which ones to buy. I am a disabled veteran and I love to write people’s lives to help others. This book is about our veterans and soldiers now, written for them. This poem is dedicated to all the brave soldiers fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan and wherever the war goes, braving the harshest and most perilous conditions.
God Bless You All,
Love Ya All,
Poet Dorothy

 So Far From Home

Soldiers brave the hot sultry weather,
Hearing the roar of the continuous mortars incoming.
Sand burns their eyes and their noses,
Causing hoarseness in the tender throat.

Chanting can be heard in the distance,
Enemy waiting to launch another bombing attack,
Using human sacrifices to carry out their evil deed,
Trying to regain their foothold of tyranny.

Prayers to the Lord for their situation,
Not forgetting to include their loving family.
They feel helpless in an alien world,
Far from their country’s safety.

Tonight many will perish in this battle,
Leaving their family to weep and cry.
While others guard over the afflicted,
Victims of Hussein, a cruel genocide.

So far from home, they must remain steadfast,
In a land borne with such hatred.
Waiting for the day they can return home,
When this terrible war is just a sad memory.


A helicopter lands to retrieve the wounded.
It will be a perilous ride to the front-line hospital,
Race against death and affliction.
Watched over by the hands of God.

So far from home, the battle rages on,
Its outcome will always be uncertain,
Till our soldiers are brought home,
Leaving the country, free from tyrannical infliction.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom

A Corporal that became a General"..."He commands a legion of “Warrior Angels” in God’ army, they are riding white horses with wings across the sky. On the battlefield of darkness he prepares to do battle for your soul"

Guardian Of The Light

On this day a Corporal became a General,
Commanding a legion of fierce warriors.
In God’s Spiritual Army He watches,
Preparing to do battle for of your soul.

He is the guardian of the afflicted,
Watching over his fellow warriors,
Shielding them from the battle,
With God’s hallowed staff.

He traded in his fatigues and boots,
For a heavenly robe with wings.
He no longer needs a rifle to keep peace,
But the staff of eternity is held in his hand.

On this day a Corporal became a General,
Commanding a legion of fierce warriors.
In God’s Spiritual Army He watches,
Preparing to do battle for of your soul.

Riding white horses across the sky,
He journeys beyond the sun,
Watching over his family from his new realm.
He has become the Guardian Of The Light.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom

Our Special Christmas Wish For Our Warriors

On this holiday, Our Precious Warriors,
We wish to embrace you with our appreciation,
With poetry, gifts, and our love,
Bestowing upon you our caring thoughts.

The perilous sacrifices you endure,
Away from your families this holiday season.
The emotional and physical wounds you bear,
All for the cost of our freedom.

We raise our hand in salute to your bravery,
Bestowing an honorable gesture,
Showing our pride for your dedication,
Giving you the greatest Medal Of Honor Of Humanity.

Sending you our hugs and our forever adoration,
Wherever you are stationed,
In the hospital, on a base, or in the field,
This Christmas Holiday season away from home.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom

Tears Of Life

Tears fall down on the bloodshed ground,
Soaking into the tortured earth,
Interlocking the battles the past and the future.

Flags fly over the setting horizon, 
Witness to independence rebirth,
Awarded by our brave warriors near and far,

Weeping for the families left alone,
As they struggle by flag covered graves,
Saying their final goodbye to their loved ones.

In the hospital veterans and warriors fight a new battle,
Learning to use their new limbs,
Leaving behind their ultimate sacrifice.

Others are fighting for our future 
Against terroristic threat in the world,
Leaving their valuable footprints in history.

Shedding the tears of life,
We will overcome any adversity,
Until our warriors come home.

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2008
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30,1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom

Francis just sent her marine, Frankie, off two weeks ago and requested this valentine poem for her soldier over seas. Many times I am given the most beautiful stories but also the tragic. 385 churches made me Reverend Of Poetry the first ever, for the poetry work I do. It is my special God-given gift and I am truly happy God gave me the gift to help others. I am saddened when I do soldier memorials. I spent two hours learning about her husband and feelings and on I.M. I wrote this poem for Frankie and Francis, two lovers separated by the war.
Love Ya Muahhhhhhhhhh
God Bless Ya
Poet Dorothy Sis

Goodbye My Warrior Goodbye

Soft hands trembled from internal anxiety.
She saw her warrior board the military plane,
Traveling on a journey to join the Iraq war,
Feeling such fearful apprehension inside.

“Goodbye My Warrior Goodbye,” she hollered to the closing door.
Another tomorrow we will dance together again.
You are taking my heart with you, my marine,
Leaving me with sorrows tears till we meet again.

“I remember our special wedding day,
When we professed our forever love,
Till death do us part,
I will always honor our sacred vows with prayer.

“Goodbye My Warrior Goodbye,” she whispered.
As the plane disappeared above the clouds.
Her tears saturated the asphalt runway,
Saying a silent prayer for her soldier.

“Tomorrow we will dance again,
Despite we are separated by the battle.
My heart will always hold ya tight,
Till we can be together again.”

Dorothy E. Scott
© Copyrighted 2007
Marching To The Battle Cry
My Gift To Our Deserving Warriors And Their Families
In Memory Of Seth Michael Stanton
August 21, 1987 - December 17, 2006
In Memory Lcpl Anthony C. Melia August 30, 1986-January 27, 2007
Also In Memory Of Every Warrior,
Who Fights And Those Who Die For Our Freedom