Hello, my cousin is in Iraq right now on his third tour. has 233 days left. Well he writes a ton of poetry, a lot of it is really good. Well i asked his permission to start posting some of it. So here is one for now. just wanted to share it with people. The Traveler A swift wind from afar, ushering in the traveler Guided by the stars. He stands so broad In the darkness of the night, Searching the black sky For a glint of light. All around this traveler from afar, Twinkles the rhythm of the celestial ball. A heartbeat of a world Pulls the traveler awirl Does the rhythm always sway, Yet it will stop some day. With his face so dim as night And swiftly fighting fright, The traveler moves on across the hills. Across the rhythm so silent and still. What an odd place to see How quiet and free Smirks the sun coming over the trees.