Behind a Blue Ball Cap
Across the room he sat With his face hidden Behind his blue ball cap. Across the brim of his hat In bold letters dressed in black Were the words, "U.S. Veteran" He held a glass of whiskey In his old, rough, looking hands. His hands were what shaky, And he sat a little slouched. But his air was of honor, and self-respect. Reminding all who saw him That this man was a proud American. In the background of the pub The national anthem played And if you looked close enough You could see a hand above his heart. By Evelyn Creon