Courage

Courage is a baby duckling

Blindly following its mother

Without question, without knowing

Where the final outcome leads.

 

Courage is a strangling oak

Pushing up through stony grounds,

Needing only sun and rain

To win its struggle to survive.

 

Courage is the patriot

Who hides his feelings deep inside

But stands with pride with hat in hand

Each time the colors pass him by.

 

No threat too trivial to challenge,

Even death cannot deter

This loyal servant from his duty,

Valliant to the bitter end.

 

When the world grows dark we seek

These bold, intrepid sentinels

To bear the cause of liberty,

For freedom grows where courage dwells.