Posts Tagged ‘Poems About marines’

Marine Corps Poems: MUD!

If ever there was mud, It had to be the crud That lay about On Okinawa’s scene. Of every place They had to be, To take a hill, Or blast a mill, Or march along Some stinkin’ Piece of ground That led to somewhere else Just as muddy as the first, Just so you wouldn’t […]

Marine Corps Poems: A Thirty-Year Man

I’ve tramped the whole world over, My boondockers have gone far. From the Halls of Montezuma To the distance of a star. I’ve splashed ashore on islands, I’ve climbed the distance hills. The sand I got from foreign lands I carry with me still. I treasure my tomorrows, I know not when they’ll end. Perhaps […]

Marine Corps Poems: BOOT

What’s a Private worth, what does it take? Months of struggle, a Marine to make. What he hates the best is living in stress, All in preparation for that final test. Drill Instructors all day long, ending their night, And still seem to be there in reveille’s half light. Drill Instructors all day long, always […]

Marine Corps Poems: When I Was Young

When I was young And in my prime And newly wedded To the Corps, Thought I was hot, Believe it or not, Or so I have been told. My khakis were So neatly pressed, My shirts both Fore and aft. My spit shine Was the envy of Each man From first Unto the last. I […]

Marine Corps Poems: A Sergeant of Marines

You have heard stories told Of men that were bold, And didn’t have an ounce of fear. Now you can believe, Can even conceive, That there really are Some members of that breed. If you want to see the type Of which I write, Then join the The United States Marines. They make sergeants there […]

Marine Corps Poems: I Found Our Flag

I found our flag a hangin’ On a small town general store. It was faded and ragged, A thing we do deplore. But when I saw the owner Asittin’ on that front porch, I knew why it flew there For he was a man of yore. Beneath his rolled up shirt sleeve, An arm of […]

Marine Corps Poems: Seabags In The Rain

When clouds are gray and lowering And fog obscures the plain, I sometimes think I catch a sight Of seabags in the rain. I know it is a vision Too ethereal to last, But it brings a wisp of sadness And a haunting from the past. We had come ashore at Inchon In Nineteen Fifty-Two— […]

Marine Corps Poetry: Parris Island

Parris Island is a place That’s known to all and sundry, From here they turn out New Marines Be it Monday or a Sunday. I stood with others on the deck As they marched In perfect step To positions at attention on the field. The band, it played a marching tune, With piccolo and big […]

Marine Corps Poems: If I Was The President

(Good advice for whoever winds up being our next Commander In Chief) If I was the President I’ll tell you what I’d do, I’d knock off all the Foreign aid and I’d collect every sou. There would not be A single dime That I’d give away Until our country Was standing tall In each and […]

Marine Corps Poems: Fly Boys

It’s hard to keep your cool when at 15,000 feet and your guns are not as they should be, when the enemy has a bead and you have a need to get the hell out of the sky. You can twist and turn, do all you’ve learned and the bastard seems to never let you […]

Marine Corps Poems: The Marine PFC

Well, the Marine Corps has done it, the war is now over. There’ll be no more fighting, we’re sitting in clover. Since old Dugout Doug (in the company of God), Has landed at last on Japanese sod. With his bible in one hand, swagger stick in the other, With his wife and his children, his […]

USMC Poems: Skivvies

I wonder — Do these new Marines Wear the same as we? Those skivvies with drawstrings. Oh no, that cannot be. The first ones were white cotton And roomy in the seat. So then they made them muddy green, So all of us could not be seen A-runnin’ round the bushes. We used to wash […]

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