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Best Poems From
YEN CRESS
(3/9/43)
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Salute to an American Soldier
I salute you, Soldier!
You are doing a job I cannot do
To protect
The values I treasure
And the beautiful land
I call Home.
There are things worth fighting for-
Important things
Like freedom
And justice
And the right to live
In safety
In the way one chooses
In the place one chooses.
There are things worse than war-
Terrible things
Like oppression
And unbridled power
And cruelty
Against the innocent
Against the weak
Against anyone.
So fight, Soldier.
Fight with courage
And honor
And the knowledge that it is right.
You do what has to be done.
You bring new glory
To Old Glory.
I am proud of you.
I pray for you.
I cheer you on.
I stand behind you
With my whole heart.
I salute you, Soldier.
Yen Cress
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Silky
Ethereal fibers cover
A barely audible purr
Yellow eyes aglow in the dimness
Silently approach on padded toes
To comfort me on a February night
Yen Cress
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Sneak Peek
What is that little sound I hear?
A rustle, a faint stirring,
A slight brushing, a scratch.
I slowly turn and hold myself still and silent,
Looking toward the corner of my study,
Suspecting an uninvited guest.
I have seen signs
Of a miniature invasion-
Some shredded paper,
The nibbled corners of a treasured volume-
'Stuart Little.'
(Is someone trying to talk to me?)
The corner of my eye catches a slight blur.
Aha!
A tiny gray face peeks at me
From behind my jewelry box.
Whiskers quiver.
He dashes off,
Seeking a safe corner
In which to disappear once more.
Yen Cress
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Snow White's Unveiling
They call me Snow White,
And they say I'm 'Just right! '
I'm known for my pure pulchritude.
Those Dwarfs thought they knew me;
They thought they saw through me;
But the truth is, I'm not such a prude.
Doc Wilde wrote a verse
Some may think is perverse,
He says Jiminy Cricket is lewd!
That he peeked through the bushes
To admire ladies' tushes-
But Doc Wilde is the one who is rude!
No please don't be harsh-
What Jim does in the marsh
Is between him and the ladies he woos.
Doc knows what went on,
In the swamp before dawn-
Why wasn't he home in a snooze?
Now I'm not going to say
Doc's not right in a way-
Jim's a horny young thing, it is true!
I was with Jim that night,
And I'll swear by the light
Of the moon-we sure burned up that bayou!
Dedicated to Doc Wilde, with love!
Yen Cress
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