Last Poem

This is the last one I've got from my all day writing session, but will try to do more later. If I ever get any followers, maybe someone can give me some feedback.

Colors of a Hero

He wears blue when he is soaring through the sky,
He wears white when he is sailing on the sea,
He wears brown when he hits the ground,
He wears green when he is in the trees,

When he has to fight, it is always night,
Because home is where he’d rather be,
But when the car bombs come,
He will never run,
He is taking care of you and me.

He wears orange when he’s on the flight deck,
He wears red when his blood is shed,
He wears purple when his valor is true,
He wears black when his fellows fall,

He stands with pride, on America’s side,
Waiting and watching to see,
If we will stand with him when he gives up his life,
And his loved ones never to see,
Will we be willing to help keep his America free?

And when all is through, he wears Red, White and Blue!