There is a crosswalk on the military base.  Daily, I am stopped there waiting for the wounded warriors to make their journey to the other side.  Over time and the passage of many wounded soldiers, I have become sensitive to this path.  Below I dedicate this ode to the wounded warrior’s crosswalk.

Ode to the Wounded Warrior’s Crosswalk

Crosswalk painted in purity of white

Passage of the wounded warriors day and night

Guiding the crippled, blind and mentally impaired

Giving security when no battle buddy is paired

Parting the traffic through calm and storm

Pathway always clean with strong form

Red, stop harm is near

White, go nothing to fear

A passage of safety from your old guarded life

To a new civilian life