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As a seventh-generation Texan and an award-winning author, Mary Virginia McCormick Pittman is a recipient of the Outstanding Achievement Poetry Award from the International Society of Poets and the youngest honoree to receive the Legend of Texas Award. Her poems have been published in numerous magazines and books. Her poetry collection includes images and colors relating to the verses.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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McCormick Pittman is a child advocate, wildlife photojournalist and lecturer, international conservation researcher, wounded-warrior medical advocate, and an Arctic musher. Enjoy a sampling of her poetry, which she says is “dedicated to our warrior heroes of America.” <\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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Courage<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh, Courage, you mighty armored warrior<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

with battered, but untarnished shield,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

whose purple crimson banners joyously wave<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

\u2026steadfastly and forever.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Above the milieu of Deceit and Hate<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Thou art the benevolent servant<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

To those who need thy healing care.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Oh, Soldier of Grace \u2013 Who walks with all\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Restore mercy, destroy despair.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

You speak soft and true, yet bold and free<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

To mend the weak and make them strong,<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

To grip the foe from out a friend.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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And I thank God and praise<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

All the mighty powers that be\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

That ye have chosen to stop and dwell<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

in those deep caverns of that humble, <\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

beating heart called me!<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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Oasis of My Soul<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

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O, let me rest a moment<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

in the oasis of your arms\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

To be shaded by the cooling palms of your spirit<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

and Protected by the <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Strength of your embrace\u2026.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

To be Renourished by the succulent nectar<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

of your kiss<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

and inspired by the depth<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

of your Desire.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

O, Peace of Mind!<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

\u2026My Only Love!<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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The Wind<\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Grow cold, you Wind \u2013 Blow high, blow low.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You unleash your fury. You shriek your scorn.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

No mercy do you show \u2013 to those mortals below<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Who live by God, His message they heed\u2026<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

You strike them down \u2013 Why then, indeed,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Do they search for strength, when their <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Fear grows wild. Their wants and desires\u2014<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Ah, less do they seek\u2026 Weakness and <\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Disappointment, then, do they reap.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

But discipline not, your wicked contempt,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

The restful pleasure you seek\u2014<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

To destroy man\u2019s soul, you shall never<\/u> do;<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

For Man<\/u> shall abide, and You<\/u> be the Fool!<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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If I Knew You<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

If I knew you, I would know the sunrise ritual<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

where the dawn greets the day,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

the quiet lifting mist over a pinkened peak,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

the brightening sun, its journeys\u2019 promise to keep,<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n