CAMEL-FLAGE

The camel bent it's neck to drink

Some water, brackish, to me.

Sitting here, I stop and think

How out of place can he be?

Does it not see the tanks and men

Uniforms and tents?

Does it not know a roadside bomb

Can change lives in just moments?

It wanders off indifferent

While I stay my post

And I am thirsty, too, Dear God

In this baking sun, I roast.

But also thirsty for my home

My family and friends.

I smoke a Camel cigarette

And think

And hope this war soon ends.

I grind the butt out in the sand

With tears falling free

I'm sorry, Lord, to smoke these things

Would a camel walk a mile for me?

Yet I have trudged or o'er many miles

Of this ancient land of sand.

This really, really isn't, Lord

At all what I had planned.

My first born child is due next month

A child I may not see.

A vision looms before my sight,

And the Lord says,

Do this for Me.

For I placed you in your country

So very far from here

It is a beauteous, bountiful land

One I hold very dear.

Keep on, brave soldier, Do not doubt

that You always have me

You are where you are because

You help keep America terrorist free.

By Karen A. Lech

Copyright 2009